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fawniswriting · 11 days ago

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𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Synopsis: After a mission filled with close calls and bad decisions, the team comes home to find an even bigger threat waiting at the door—your wrath.

Warning(s): THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS!!! platonic!thunderbolts x reader. no use of y/n. use of the nicknames doll, honey, and pretty girl. canon typical violence. descriptions of injuries. descriptions of explosion, gun use, etc. established relationship. profanities. kissing. VERY suggestive content (minors be advised). talks of having a baby. bucky being a little feral (very briefly). slightly hurt/comfort. basically bucky and reader being the parents of the group.

Word Count: 3.6k-ish

Author's Note: GUYS I saw this fanart on instagram and instantly knew that I had to write something inspired by it!!! I've been itching to post a thunderbolts fic since last week 😭 welcome back 2012-2014 era of avengers' tower fanfics ✨️ anyway I hope they're keeping the revolution hair for bucky in doomsday or else I swear I'm gonna RIOT!!! (I know seb's head is shaved rn but wigs exist yk 😔) don't forget to comment, like, and reblog loveliesss 🩷

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky Barnes doesn't understand a lot of things since he returned to society.

Cryptocurrency is one of them. Social media is another. Anything that involves more acronyms than actual words is an immediate no on his list.

Above all else, Bucky Barnes struggles to comprehend how exactly he became responsible for the group of walking disasters now hailed as earth's newest, mightiest heroes.

Looking at the pack of hellions in front of him, Bucky has serious doubts about that title.

Right in the middle of the tower's lobby, the Thunderbolts—the New Avengers now, apparently—are scattered like barbie dolls in the aftermath of a toddler's tantrum. John is standing against a column with a tight jaw, his left leg lifted gingerly, wrapped in a makeshift splint that looks suspiciously like someone's utility belt. Beside him, Yelena sits on the ground, legs sprawled in front of her as she cradles a bruised shoulder with an equally bruised hand. Alexei leans atop the front desk with a dried blood streaking down his temple, the young receptionist gone in fright the moment the team walked through the tower's entrance. Even Ava, usually one to disappear before debriefs, is visible for once, propped against the wall with her suit half-glitched and her expression blank.

Everyone is accounted for. Everyone is breathing.

But they all look like they rolled down a hill of bad choices where they banged their heads at every rock.

The mission was supposed to be a quiet recon, a simple surveillance on a rumored underground tech sale in an abandoned shipyard, low risk with minimal engagement. But then someone—Bucky still doesn’t know who—decided that they could handle it.

No heads-up. No plan.

Just four impulsive thrill-seekers interrupting a high-stakes black market deal involving high-tech plasma rifles and an offended buyer with too many goons.

By the time Bucky caught wind of what was happening, it was already chaos. He had to go in solo, extract the squad under heavy fire, disrupt the shipment, and reroute an entire response team of hostiles to avoid further catastrophe. They got out—just barely—and none of them seemed particularly eager to look him in the eye about it, especially after the thirty-minute tirade he launched into somewhere between fourth gear and a traffic jam.

From his place in front of the elevator, Bucky crosses his arms. “If any of you pull something like that again, you're all getting benched. Indefinitely.”

“What?!” Alexei roars.

Yelena scowls. “That’s ridiculous.”

“You don't get to make that call, Bucky,” John protests.

Ava nods. “We're not children. You can't just ground us whenever you feel like it.”

“Yeah?” Bucky laughs. Sarcastically. “Watch me, kid.”

As if on cue, the elevator arrives with a ding. Bucky gestures curtly towards the opening metal door. “Inside. Now.”

Reluctantly, the team shuffles in like a group of sheep being herded back into their pen for a much-needed nap time.

For a beat, the only sound that settles inside the cramped space is the low mechanical hum of the elevator ascending.

That is until Ava decides to speak up.

“I’m just saying,” she begins, “it wasn’t like we meant to crash the deal. We were just improvising.”

“Improvising?” Bucky exclaims, glaring at her. “You call tossing a grenade into an active negotiation improvising?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Yelena argues, crossing her arms. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?” Bucky screeches, his tone rising. “Walker nearly lost a leg!”

“It's just a sprain,” John clarifies. “Probably.”

“See? It's just a sprain!” Yelena repeats a little too cheerfully. “He'll be good as new in no time. Right, John?”

John nods, failing to conceal his wince when Yelena bumps her unharmed shoulder to his.

Bucky rubs his temples. “I can’t believe I’m in charge of you people.”

The elevator dings again at the top floor.

“You know,” Yelena says as the team stumbles out of the metal trapbox, “we technically stopped the deal. You're not giving us credit for that.”

“That’s because you weren't supposed to stop the deal. You were supposed to observe.”

“Back in my day, observe meant punch first, ask questions later,” Alexei quips.

Bucky lets out a scathing scoff that echoes through the air. “Right. Remind me again how many years you spent rotting in that Siberian prison, Alexei?”

“Well, that's not very nice,” John mutters.

“You know what else isn't nice, Walker?” Bucky growls. “Getting your asses lit up by dozens of machine guns because none of you seem to grasp the basic concept of following orders.”

The group swelters in a momentary silence.

“I mean, in our defense,” says Ava, “none of us actually got shot.”

Before Bucky can tell her off even further, a voice suddenly intercepts, “How fabulous! You guys didn't get shot? Geez, someone really should give you all a medal for that.”

The whole team stops in their tracks.

One by one, everyone turns their head towards the direction from which the voice has come. The view that greets them could probably send a perfectly healthy man straight into an early grave.

On the platform floor a few paces away, they find you standing with arms folded across your chest. Despite the bright lilt of your voice, your eyes are cutting as they assess the entire team with the judgement of a juror who has already decided on a guilty verdict. It's clear from your attire that you were freshly off work before going straight to the tower, and since everyone knows that you were supposed to be on a work trip to Philadelphia for at least another two days, it’s safe to assume that your ticket back was booked right around the time someone shouted “mission compromised!”.

It's a full ten seconds of shared disgrace before Yelena finally breaks the silence.

“You called her?” she hisses, landing an accusatory glare in Bucky’s direction.

“I did not.” Bucky scoffs. “And why does it matter if I did?”

“Bucky didn't call me,” you interject, your posture still rigid, your gaze still icy.

“Then who—no.” Yelena's eyes drift towards the kitchen, squinting as she takes in the figure trying to hide behind the doorway. “Bob.”

Ava snaps her head up. “Bob, you little shi—”

“That’s enough,” you jump in, moving sideways to conceal Bob from Ava's murderous line of sight. “He's got nothing to do with this. This is about you—all of you—and what a stupid, reckless, dangerous thing you just did.”

Under your scrutiny, the whole squad shifts like a pack of raccoons caught rummaging through the kitchen trash. The weight of your stare seems to age them all by a decade.

“I'm gonna give all of you two minutes to explain yourselves,” you declare, the authority in your tone indisputable. “And I already know what happened, so don't even think about trying to trick me.”

There is a lull in the air where everyone seemingly tries to process your demand.

When their mouths open again, what follows is not so much an explanation as it is a verbal dogpile. Everyone starts talking all at once—too loud, too fast, and entirely contradictory. John tries to lead with the logistics, only to be steamrolled by Alexei shouting something about creative liberty. Ava attempts to downplay the situation with a jovial “it was barely an explosion!” while Yelena throws her under the bus with a hasty “she started it!”.

Bucky—standing to the side with the posture of a man watching his funeral getting turned into a Dollar Store circus—doesn’t even bother stepping in. He knows better.

You hold up a single finger and the room quiets instantly, like someone pressing mute on a trashy sitcom argument. The stillness that follows is so heavy, even the lights begin to flicker in anticipation.

“But we got out fine!” Ava sputters, desperate to fill in the quietness, though her voice immediately thins when she adds, “Mostly.”

“Yeah! I mean, it's just a bruise here, a bruise there—everything's great.” Yelena grins.

Your sharp stare slides towards John, the lines between your eyebrows tightening as you take in the awkward angle of his injured leg. John nearly cowers under your piercing gaze.

“How bad is the damage?” you question, your voice booming throughout the surrounding space.

“What, this? Oh, it's not that bad. Probably just need to ice it then I'll be good as new—”

“Walker.”

It's hardly a secret that John is perhaps your least favorite person in that room, with you still clearly holding a grudge towards him for what happened with the Flag Smashers. The man is used to your constant cold shoulder by now. He expects it, even. More often than not, John finds himself wondering if you would ever warm up to him the way you have with the rest of the team.

And yet, as he now stands at the end of your long stare, John can't help but think that perhaps your silent treatment isn't really that bad. Especially if it means he doesn't have to be on the receiving end of the critical scrutiny you're currently aiming towards him.

The blond gulps.

“There's a forty percent chance it might be broken,” John admits. “But it's likely just dislocated. No big deal.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Get to the medbay and tell them to run a scan,” you command. “Alexei, go with him.”

“That's not necessa—”

The sharp glare you're sending him causes John's words to lodge in his throat.

Alexei springs right into action, steering John away from your ferocious perusal and back towards the elevator.

“C'mon, big guy,” Alexei bellows. “Let's go pay a visit to our doctor friends.”

As soon as the two men disappear into the elevator, your glower shifts towards the remaining two people standing behind Bucky. Yelena pretends to check her nails while Ava's eyes are roaming the ceiling with faux nonchalance, both a pathetic attempt to avoid the clear daggers in your stare. The ridiculousness would've made you chortle were you not livid beyond salvation right now.

“I want you two to go back to your rooms, clean yourselves up, and be back here in no more than thirty minutes,” you proclaim. “We'll continue our discussion after dinner.”

“Wait, hold on—”

“That's not—”

“Just go, you two,” Bucky interrupts, the blue in his eyes colder than the Arctic ocean. “That wasn't a request.”

The two figures slump in defeat, teetering towards the staircase with the speed of a turtle in a morning rush hour. You hear Yelena grumbling something in Russian under her breath, and you force yourself not to think about what the phrase might mean lest you want your skin to crawl in an even higher degree of vexation.

“Good gracious.” Bucky shakes his head.

Behind you, Bob emerges out of the kitchen, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly as he approaches you like a wounded kitten.

“They're mad at me, aren't they?” Bob murmurs. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys fight with each other.”

“It's not your fault, sweetie,” you assure him, extending your hand and offering a comforting squeeze around his palm. “They're just being idiots right now. You did good, okay? Give it a few hours and I promise you, they'll forget about this already.”

Bob nods solemnly, his voice quiet as he excuses himself and trudges towards the common area. You release a breath as you observe him diving head first onto the sofa, burying his face in the cushion like a Victorian widow fainting onto her chaise.

Turning around, your eyes lock with another pair in blue. The smile on Bucky's face grows as he takes you in, his arms opening with all the intention to collect you in his embrace.

“Hey, doll. I've missed—”

“No. Stay right there.” You raise your palm, taking a step back. “I'm mad at you, too.”

Bucky blinks.

He watches you turn around and walk away from him, his arms coming down limp by his sides before he scutters after your retreating form. Bucky lingers in the doorway as you move about the kitchen, taking out pots, knives, and pans while slamming the cabinet doors shut in the process. You don't even spare him a glance as you start retrieving fresh ingredients from the fridge.

“Honey?” he calls out, voice meek beneath the echo of your knife slicing through onions on the counter. “C'mon, doll, you're really not gonna talk to me?”

“No.”

The chopping continues.

Bucky rubs his face.

“You know I'm just as disappointed in them as you are, right?” he begins. “Swear to God, doll, I had nothing to do with this. Didn't even know what those rascals were planning ‘till I got the call from Alexei. Told ‘em off as soon as I extracted them outta there.”

“Hm.”

Sighing, Bucky takes a tentative step forward, then another, finally closing the distance when he's sure you wouldn't smack him across the head with the chopping board in your hand. His fingers find purchase around your elbow, halting your movements, the gentleness aching as he spins you around to face him. The knife and half-sliced onion lie dormant on the counter.

“Hey,” Bucky utters, so softly that the air nearly swallows the word whole. “Talk to me?”

You heave in a shaky breath, evading his eyes. “What's there to talk about? I told you I'm pissed.”

“Okay, that part I already got.” Bucky chuckles, brushing the back of his palm on your cheek. “Help me understand why? At least tell me how I can fix it, pretty girl. Hm?”

Your silence quivers at the edges, growing more brittle with each swipe of Bucky’s touch on your skin. The walls around your heart crumble under his infuriating tenderness.

“When Bob called and said the team had gone radio silent, I—” you pause, swallowing hard, “—I thought something terrible happened. I booked the first train out of Philly before I even hung up.”

Bucky stays quiet, watching you with careful eyes.

“I couldn’t reach anyone. Not John, not Yelena, not Ava, not Alexei—not you. And the longer I waited, the worse it got in my head. I pictured the mission going sideways. All of you gone.” You inhale sharply. “I pictured all of you coming home in body bags.”

Bucky's heart breaks at the shudder he feels running through your back. His soul is already mourning over the loss of light he would usually find shining so brightly out of your eyes. It makes him cling to you just a tad bit tighter.

“Bob finally called me again to tell me that you're all fine. That you're on your way back. But that's not the point, Bucky.” You look at him then, your fingers flexing. “The point is, I should've never heard about all of this from Bob in the first place. I should've heard it from you.”

Bucky's shoulders sink. “I didn't want you to worry.”

You shake your head, eyes burning with the threat of unshed tears. “But I do worry, Bucky! That’s the point. I worry every single time. The moment all of you step out of this building, I'm counting down the minutes until you guys return to me again. You can't shield me away from that.”

He steps closer, removing what little bit of distance between the two of you until all of your atoms are nearly merged as one. “You're right. You are. I should’ve called. Should've trusted that you'd want to know, even if it might scare you.”

“It did scare me,” you whisper. “And I didn’t want Bob’s voice telling me everything was okay. I wanted yours.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky murmurs, his arms pulling you nearer. “No more leaving you out. I promise it’ll be me from now on. I'll tell you everything, doll. Always.”

A shuddering breath leaves your lungs, and just like that, you completely melt away under Bucky's touch. Your forehead drops against the line between his shoulder and chest, your fingers gripping his sides as though he was the very force keeping you tethered to earth. Meanwhile, Bucky's lips ghost over the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings, the contrasting temperature of his palms appeasing you with random patterns against your back.

“I don't know how this all started,” you confess. “I'm not sure when I began caring this much about those idiots, but I do. The thought of something happening to them—to you—to all of you…”

Bucky's arms tighten around your frame. “I know, honey. I feel the same way.”

“This is not what I had in mind, you know?”

You tilt your head back to stare at his face, your fingers tangling themselves in the soft waves that Bucky has been growing out over the past few weeks. He almost cut them all off several days ago, but after some convincing on your end—which may have included activities that found your fingers buried in the soft tendrils and his face buried somewhere else—you managed to talk him out of it.

Bucky's eyebrows lift. “What do you mean?”

“Well… when you said that you were joining this team, I thought I'd never seen a more dysfunctional group of people in my entire life. I figured it'd be a miracle if all of you last a whole month without someone quitting or accidentally blowing each other up.” You chuckle, your eyes softening. “I didn't think I'd end up pacing the hallway every time you guys went out, worrying like some overworked mother of five.”

Bucky huffs out a laugh, his forehead falling onto your own. “I get it. This wasn’t exactly how I imagined myself stepping into the dad role either, but… here I am.”

“Yeah?” Your lips quirk up. “How did you imagine it then?”

“Well—” Bucky's voice drops, his breath warm where it fans against your skin, “—I figured it’d start with a little house, somewhere quiet. Nothing fancy. Just enough for us to start building a life in. I’d fix the place up real proper. You’d hum to yourself as you whip up one of those famous pies of yours, and I’d pretend not to stare.”

The cheeky grin on Bucky's face grows, prompting a laugh out of your chest. His thumb continues to trace idle circles upon your waist.

“Then, when you feel the time's right, we’d try for a baby. The old-fashioned way. Real slow, real sweet. I’d kiss you like I got all the time in the world, and make love to you like I didn’t.”

Something flutters inside your chest, like stardust stirring in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. The way Bucky is looking at you makes you feel as if you were the first breath of the universe itself.

“That's how I pictured us becoming parents,” Bucky adds, brushing his lips along your jaw. “Not… this. Whatever this is.”

You smile at the graze of his beard on your cheek, angling your head to capture him in a brief kiss.

“You know what I think this is, Buck?” you ask, teasing your lips against his own. “I think we should view this as a practice run. After all, how hard can it be to parent our own kid if we can do it to a group of five ridiculous, chaotic misfits, right?”

“Doll.” He sighs. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?”

“Depends.” You hum, your lips twitching in feigned innocence. “If you think I'm imagining you putting a baby in me… then yeah, you're absolutely right.”

Bucky swallows your cheeky grin with a kiss, grunting against your mouth as he presses you back against the counter. The muffled moans you let out are music to his ears, a lascivious melody that rushes straight towards places he reserves explicitly for you. His hands slip under your blouse, roaming the expanse of skin, drifting lower and lower in search for the one place that could send him straight to heaven and—

“Yelena! Give it back to me!”

“I told you it wasn't me!”

Bucky groans.

The shrill voices resonate all the way down to the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable echoes of footsteps thundering down the staircase. Bucky makes a guttural noise of frustration as his face slumps into the crook of your neck.

“I swear to God, I’m gonna ship them to Asgard one of these days,” he mutters.

You snort, brushing your fingers through his hair and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

“Let's put a raincheck on the baby-making, soldier,” you purr, smirking when it spurs on a rumble from Bucky's chest. “Looks like I've got a fight to break up before we have two dead superheroes on our hands.”

He groans again, this time at the loss of your warmth as you slip out of his arms. From the kitchen's doorway, you raise an eyebrow towards the common area, perching your palms on either side of your hips as you take in the havoc ahead.

“What the hell is going on here?” you snarl.

“She stole my snacks!” accuses Ava.

“I don't even like Jammie Dodgers, you lunatic!”

“What a lot of crap. We all know you'd even eat chicken off the ground given the chance, you pig!”

“Fucking asshole—”

“Hey!” you interrupt, your voice sharp as you march towards the two fuming Avengers. “You call each other any more names, then I promise you, you're gonna wish you got shot on that mission today.”

Bucky watches the whole interaction from the kitchen with his arms crossed and a slow grin spreading across his face. He leans against the counter, studying you with the quiet reverence of a man who has found the meaning of home after decades of searching. Even in the midst of this domestic madness, even with the team’s antics grinding on his last nerve, he wouldn't trade a single thing in his life for anything else.

There are still a lot of things in this world that Bucky struggles to understand.

But with you by his side, and his entire team watching his six, he knows that he's got nothing to worry about.

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago

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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 3

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Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

Buggy

It had been a week since Buggy had given you the talk about taking a 'Vacation with the boys' aka himself taking time away to help you raise the twins-

At first you didn't expect him to actually stick to it- it was a heavy order for anyone especially a pirate. However you had seen him silently preparing for the time off, piles of paperwork how payouts to his crew, budgeting for the time away and more.

It filled your heart in ways you never expected. Feeling joyful at him being so willing to do this for you and the twins. Speaking of the twins, they had been extra rambunctious it seemed. Clearly having enjoyed Buggy's time and attention too much and now that he was working that ment that the crew was at the twins mercy-

You never thought you'd see the day that the crew would miss Buggy's presents especially against two pre-teen boys.

"Miss (Y/N) can you please- Please Take the children" Cabaji said, His eyes sunken in and tired as he held Dee in one Arm and Bee in another. It seemed both had gotten into a fight again and Cabaji was in the middle.

"Of course" You giggle and thank the poor man, Taking your twins in your arms and bring them inside. Scolding both for being brats and getting them washed and fed for the night.

That night a storm rolled in. Rocking the Big Top and its crew inside, You sat there brushing out your boys hair in the Captian's quarters where you lived. The storm had set in thick, rocking the ship and pelting the crew with hail and icy rain. Buggy out on the main deck at the wheel as he yelled over the storm.

"Mom- I don't like the storms..." Dee whispered. Leaning against you as the ship rocked once again- Bee didn't say anything but his body language saying the same.

"I know sweety, but it's part of-"

"ENEMY SHIP ENEMY SHIP! ALL HANDS ON DECK!!" The announcement started from the speakers, you rising to your feet quickly as you heard the battle started.

"Boys you stay here and hide, Understand me?" You order, the twins nod quickly and do as said and hide under the bed. You grab a sword quickly and rush out the room, Locking it behind you with the key Buggy had given you.

You hold the sword as you see the first face of the enemy pirates rush down to the Lower Deck, Slicing through them with ease and continued up to the Main Deck Locking the door of the Lower Deck and rushing forward as more pirates approached you, You quickly defended yourself as you tried to stay close to the main doors. The rain pelting your skin and making it hard to see, A larger man approached with a axe. Swinging down he almost struck you as you slipped and managed to move away just in time.

"(Y/N)!!!"

Buggy yelled as he released his arms launching blades into the man's chest and knocking him back. As his arms returned to him a massive wave hit- Sending ocean water over the main deck, you saw this as the crash swept Buggy from the wheel. Running forward you grabbed Buggy sleeve and pulled him before he could be claimed by the rough waters, holding the wheel to keep from slipping.

Once the ship started to lean you pulled Buggy closer. Feeling his cough and regain his breath against you before climbing back up to the wheel to steady the rocking ship.

You saw the other shop fire more canons but the waves making them miss and fall short of the ship- The crew of the rival pirates starting to creak and splinter as the waves crashed against it.

"Retreat!!" A call of a rival pirate yelled, the temaing of their men trying to flee to the ship as the waves hit it. As the Ropes connecting the ships ripped Buggy turned hard, The backside of the ship smacking its offender as he tried to ride down the waves to clearer waters. Another massive wave came up and knocked the ship to its side, The Big Top groaning at the hit as it rode down the mountain of waves desperately.

You looked back to see the other ship heading into the opposite direction, the waves swallowing it from your perspective.

It was another 30 minutes before the storm softened enough to not be in danger. The crew both exhausted from the battle and storm it seemed, bodies of friend and foe being tossed overboard as the spinkle of rain washed the blood.

"You did good (Y/N).. Thank you" Buggy said softly, looking to you from the wheel of the ship. He looked rough- Soskes to the bone with his makeup running down his face.

"Of course" You said softly and giving him a equally tired smile.

"Captian! They got into the lower deck while the fight was happening!" Cabaji yelled out- Taking note of the damage that had been done. Your blood ran cold- Rushing from Buggy's side you ran down the stairs to the lower level, looking and seeing blood of a few fallen crewmates in the hall. Rushing to the Captian's quarters were you saw the splintered wood of the broken door, tears running down your cheeks as you felt your heart actually break. You frantically looked around- Sword still in hand as you stood in the room, it was destroyed. Blade slices through the pillows, furniture turned over.

"No- No No NO!" You screamed loudly, the reality hitting your chest making you scream out a sob.

Buggy rushed downstairs, seeing the splintered door and you sitting on the destroyed bedroom floor sobbing loudly. He ran to your side as his eyes frantically searching the envirment with the same fear as you.

"They are gone!" You sobbed, Buggy face turning to stone as he stood up- Tossing around the broken furniture and items in the room desperate to find evidence of them.

"FUCK!" He roared, anger filling his soul. He turned to your sobbing form and grabbed you by your shoulders- He looked like he wanted to scream at you but instead pulled you to his chest.

"We'll find them- There isn't any blood so they are alive" He said, it sounded like he was speaking more to himself then you.

"We'll Find them"

Shanks

It seemed Shanks had not been in Times good Graces. Not at all- What had expected to be a 6 month long Mission had been extended- drastically.

7 Years- 7 Years has Shanks been out to sea. From being turned into a Emperor of a sea, seeing the future of pirating and the slow steady crumble of the Goverment. Shanks had been stuck- but that didn't matter.. It was over at least for now-

Shanks felt his heart jumping as he saw the coast of the small village.

You stare at him shocked, before your face fell in a mixture of anger, sadness and some relief.

"You're back..." Was all you could mutter, Shanks surprised by your coldness. Awkwardly shifting on his feet.

"Well yeah! Of course I am! I came here to see You and Vivian" He said enthusiastically, you winced at his words and sighed.

Shanks feeling off about your attitude towards him- You gestured for him to follow you which he obediently did. Sitting at the dining room table

"Shanks I'm going to be honest with you- Vivian is not going to be very welcoming to you"

Shanks felt like you had just dumped cold water on him at saying this.

"What? No of course she will! I know it's been a while but I love her (Y/N) and she was my little gir-"

"For a few weeks... but that was years ago.. when she was 4 years old- Shes 11 and sees you as the dad that just packed up and left-" You said bluntly which made him bristle at the harsh words.

Shanks was ready to start in to argue till he heard the door open.

"Mom I'm home!" The sweetest voice he had ever heard called out to him. His eyes widened at this standing from his seat as he watched Vi make a appearance. In her school clothes still she had her hair in a ponytail and looked a bit scrapped up like she had been playing outside.

"Vivian" Shanks said softly, She turned her gaze to him and froze. Looking him up and down at first in shock- before her face scrunched up in a angry scowl. Adjusting her backpack she walked upstairs ignoring Shanks open arms as he stood there frozen in place.

"What the hell was that!?" He cried in shock as he turned back to you, you shrugged.

"I told you-"

Shanks stared at you in shock st this, before dashing out the back door in lightning speed. After 30 minutes he returned with a armful of gifts and marched upstairs to drop them off at her door. You knowing this wasn't going to fair well and offered him the guest room just like before.

Shanks had bought every gift he could think of- Every toy, outfit and more. All were refused and left back on his guest bed, The most he received was a cold glare from Vivian before she left the house for school or to do something away from home.

It had been 3 weeks already of Vivian giving him the cold shoulder or just being angry at him- He sat at your dining room table staring at the glass of rum he had barely sipped. Watching the liquid just float.

"When did she start hating me?..." He muttered, Hearing you chopping vegetables for dinner. You paused for a brief moment and sighed

"3 years after you left..." You admit, sliding the cut up carrot into the pot. Shanks laid his head on the table and watched you quietly, Clearly wanting you to continue.

"She waited for you. Everyday for those three years sitting on the docks... watching the horizon for you to return- and you never did... I guess finally her spirit broke and she resented you" Shanks winced at your words and rotated his face towards the wood.

He was silent for a while, before shifting up to his feet. Trying to Shank off the coming depression.

"I'll be back" He said softly, dismissing himself. His mind was racing with everything he could do, what he should have down and more. Sighing heavily as he walked towards the main town, but the sound of children caught his ear.

Following the sound he turned a corner to see a group of kids- at first he assumed they were playing till he saw a hair for a red hair and a busted up face. There stood Vivian, Her lip busted and eye starting to swell as she tried to scrap back against 4 other kids at once.

"Your Mom's a pirate whore!" A purple haired boy shouted as he pushed Vivian again, Her back hitting a trees but she stood once more.

"Don't talk about my Mom!" She screamed before punching the boy in the nose, He yelled out in pain as the other 3 kids began to jump her once more.

But before contact could be made all three were hiked up in the air by the back of their clothes. A awful feeling washing through them as this heavy pressure began to weigh on them-

Vivian looked up, seeing the ringleader standing to the side looked terrified as his 3 lackys were held up-

He looked like a demon to them all, his eyes practically glowing as he glared at the four children.

"4 little shits- wanting to jump my little girl- So ill say this now... You all better Fuck Off" The kids instantly began to cry, rhe ringleader wetting his pants and running away from the group. Shanks dropped the three and watched them scramble and run away as well. Vivian sitting on the ground still staring up at her father in awe, before trying to snap back to her irritation from before- Shanks reaching down and helping her up. But she refused him and stood on her own- Shanks sighed at this.

"Vivian- I know you want to keep ignoring me. But we need to talk" He said calmly, finally putting his foot down it seemed.

"Vi-" He said calmly as he grabbed her arm quickly before she could leave. She tried to pull his hands off angrily, Angry tears already welling up in her eyes.

"There is nothing to talk about!" She protested but Shanks didn't release his grip.

"You're mad at me I was gone so l-" She glared up at him, now tears filling her gaze and spill from her cheeks.

"I'm mad you left me!! I finally got a dad and you left me! You didn't want me anymore so you forgot about me!!" She screamed up at him, Shanks gently releasing his hand from her as he watched her.

Shanks slowly moved his cloak to the side revealing his blade, carefully with one hand undoing the tattered green ribbon and holding it out to Vivian. Her eyes widening at seeing it, and how despite the years he had held on to the old thing.

"...I never forgot you.. And I swear I never wanted to leave you Baby girl..."

"But you did!" She sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheek. He nodded, tears running down his own cheeks reached around her neck and pulling up a chain. It was the Coin of his Jolly Roger- hung around her neck this whole time. She crutched it in her fist angrily.

"I didn't want them to find you... to hurt you or your mother- S-So this was the best to protect you" He admitted through broken cries. Vivian stared at him Biting her lip in what was assumed in anger before she left forward and wrapped her arms around him.

Shanks sobbed in what could only be described as relief and fell to his knees. Wrapping his arm around her quickly, kissing the top of her head and face.

"I missed you so much- I thought of you everyday" He sobbed, holding his daughter close as she sobbed against him.

"Don't leave me again Dad... Please" She managed to choke out inbetween cries. Shanks nodding at her words as he held her tighter.

"I will never do it again... ever"

Mihawk

Mihawk had seemed to at least temporarily take residence in your tiny home for the past month. Having taken the couch to rest at night but spent quite a bit of time with both you and Alucare- you had grown uses to Mihawk presents in your home. It reminding you of a sort of family even if you and Mihawk weren't together.

You felt Mihawk gaze on you as you moved around the kitchen, he seemed to enjoy watching you. More precisely your hips- You felt warmth hit your cheeks as you continued to make breakfast. You open up the cabinets to grab the plates, which were a bit too high up for you. You jumped once but before you could do much else you felt a hand land on the small of your back and a presents behind you. Glancing up you see Mihawk grabbing the plates for you, you blush and accept the plates as he hands to you.

"Thank you Mihawk"

"No need to thank me (Y/N)" He said softly, a hint of a smile on his lips as he met your gaze. As you opened your mouth to say something sjddently a butterknife flew through the air and stuck in the wood 3 inches from Mihawk's face making both of you jump in surprise and you squeak out a hushed scream. Turning to see Alucare, still in his sleeping clothes hair a mess and sleep in his gaze staring at you two.

"Oops My hand slipped-"

You sighed at your son and place your hand on your hips walking towards him.

"We both know damn well that was no accident Alucare!" You scolded your son who stood there calming taking it, His eyes locked onto Mihawk who glared at the boy with vengeance.

After 30 minutes of being scolded you ordered Aluecare to get ready for the day as you finished breakfast. Mihawk instead going out to the grove of trees were he knew Alucare would come to train before heading to school- On cue Alucare made an appearance and smirked at the clearly grumpy man sharpening his sword.

"Blue Balls?-" Alucare chimed, earning another frightful glare from the Warlord.

"So you are doing it on purpose-" Mihawk grumbled, continuing to sharpen the blade and stare at his spawn.

"Doing what?" the teen chimed crossing his arms with a continued stoic face.

"She was a date of mine long before she was your mother-" Mihawk brought up, pointing a finger in the direction of the house were you where.

"Ah yes Im sure that alleyway is a great dating spot" He deadpanned which made Mihawk close his mouth in a firm line. Standing up and putting his sword away.

"If you keep this up lad- you will not like me"

"I barely tolerate you now-" Alucare said with a raised eyebrow and scoffed as Mihawk smirked at him. Standing up with a nod.

"I'm warning you now boy- My only warning" He said before dismissing himself back inside.

Alucare left for school then, still with Mihawks words in mind.

That day Mihawk accompanied you with your daily errands. Getting groceries, clothes and more. You and him talk throughout the day, Blushing at his flirtatious manner for the day.

Once returned back home Mihawk had his hand on your hip as you served him wine. A pink color to your cheeks as you felt his hand upon you.

"You look really lovely (Y/N)... I'm am pleased i-" He was cut off by a loud cough, turning to see Alucare there with his face wrinkled in absolute disgust.

Mihawk narrowed his eyes at Alucare who had just interrupted him-

"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" He started as he stared at the living clone of him. Watching Alucare cross his arms and swagger to the side. You looked to the side embrassed by being caught like this, dismissing yourself quickly upstairs.

"I finished early- Just like you" Alucare said with a sarcastic smirk clearly teasing him, The Warlord glaring at his own spawn for the quip at him.

"....Did your mother teach you this level of disrespect?-" Mihawk started, as he stood up from his seat.

"Call it an inherited skill" He said calmly, watching the Warlord walk to him and stand before him. Silence falling between the two before Mihawk dismissed himself to the livingroom.

The game was set it seemed.

Alucare kept his guard up for days afterwards, seeing how calm Mihawk had been since he had cockblocked him once again. Being incredibly respectful to you and damn near kind to Alucare, at first he had been incredibly suspicious however after day 4 he had grown used to it.. That was his mistake.

You had been cleaning up something in the livinroom, you had noticed Mihawks attitude had cooled with you quite a bit. Worried you may have offended him in some way however you choose not to dwell on such things.

As you cleaned you felt a presents come behind you- it didn't take a genius to guess who. Turning to see Mihawk, seemingly fresh from the shower as he was simply in trousers and warm from the water. You blushed and turned away once more, feeling his hands on the small of your back first.

"(Y/N).." He started, his other hand finding yours as he moved the two of you in a gently sway with your back against his chest. Your resolve utterly breaking at this point.

"I feel like, I've neglected you in some way" He says softly, his lips drifting down your neck as you. You feeling weak to the knees as he did this, his fingers finding their way to your waist pulling you closer.

It was an hour before Alucare returned home, bag slung over his shoulder as walking into his home, about to call out like he normally did till be saw it-

There laid you and Mihawk clearly naked under some of the thinnest goddammit blankets in the house on the livingroom couch.

"AH FUCKING HELL!"

You heard a yell and sat up from the couch with the blanket pulled up to your bust. Seeing Alucare with a look of what can only be described as pure horror on what he was seeing his parents like this-

"O-Oh gods honey! What are you doing back so early!" You scramble red in the face as Mihawk lays there under the blankets, looking right at his son with a low smirk.

"You prick!" Alucare yelled at his father as he walked out again, wishing to burn his eyes out from what he saw. Hearing the low chuckle from his father behind him and you frantically scolding Mihawk.

He had won-

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║ᴅʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴇ ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ║

↳「ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ」║ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ➠ 18+

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞║ᴅʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴇ ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚║ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭║ 5, 460

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"ᴇꜱᴏ ᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ, ᴍɪ ᴀᴍᴏʀ."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

He once said that you belonged to the sky.

The vast endless was your home, and its soothing clouds were your bed. When you extended a hand down from your heaven, it would rain or hail or snow.

You would influence the sun to conceal itself behind your storms of grief and sorrow. And when you would step away from your land in the sky, it would shine like a reflective Eden.

Your home was the sky where you thrived, but a man called you down from your paradise. His hands felt of the past, his gaze of the present, and lips caressing your own like the future.

It was supposed to be a trip to indulge in your desires, but his home on the land became yours. The castle was where he beds you every night and provides you with reasons to stay.

Yes, you once belonged to the sky. But now your home rest where the man lay.

And every once in a while, that paradise behind the clouds calls you to return home. But you reply to wind wailing for your return with the same thing.

"I am where I need to be. I am where my heart lies, where it dwells, and where it relishes."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"(Y/n)!"

Your gaze lifted from the sea as the howling wind around you ceased its singing. Perona floated through the walls of your room and neared your frame outside on the terrace.

"Perona, what is it that you need?" You quired while the rocking in your chair ceased. The lemonade pink-haired woman shivered and shook her head.

"It's cold out here, (Y/n)!" She whined, which permitted a laugh from your mouth.

"What do you mean? There's not even a breeze anymore."

The younger woman rolled her enlarged ink-black optics and grasped your wrist, hauling you onto your feet. "It's getting dark, and dinner's ready. I would have sent Zoro, but you know he can't even find the way out of a straight path!"

Sharing a laugh with the female, you both conversed lightly as you made your way to the dining room. The moss-haired male was already seated, waiting patiently with his arms crossed over his bandaged chest.

"Aww." You cooed. "Were you waiting for me?"

The young male clicked his tongue and released his arms to grasp his fork. "Damn, woman. Beats me to a pulp and then acts as if nothing happened." He murmured under his breath, a laugh reverberating from your chest as the two of you took a seat at the table.

"You asked for me to train you while Mihawk is out for the Warlord Summoning, so I did." You mused, your hands reaching for the said man's favorite wine glass.

"To train." He stressed. "Not to kill me!"

Waving your hand dismissively, the three of you began to eat in silence with the occasional conversation over minuscule things.

Eventually, the return of your lover became a topic that the two younger adults became interested in.

"I wouldn't know. He said not to expect him for another month or two."

Zoro groaned and hid his face in his hands. "Your training is going to kill me." He sulked.

Perona kicked his foot under the table and pointed her fork at the male. "You should be grateful, and it's good training. Don't you want to impress Mihawk when he comes back?"

That last part seemed to get the man's attention as he cocked his head to the side and grunted. He didn't reply and instead shoved a bite of meat into his mouth.

You chuckled at his reaction and leaned back in your seat, swirling the red wine carefully before bringing it to your lips.

"I don't know how you do it." Perona's words caught your gaze, and you tilted your head for her to explain.

"I don't know how you stay with someone you barely even see more than what, maybe four times a year?" She hummed and set her utensil on her empty plate.

Your lips pursed curtly as you thought to yourself what to say. There were many things to reply with, but you knew the woman always wanted to know what was deep in your heart.

"I gave up a lot of things to be with him." You stated before sipping the rest of the dark liquid in your glass. "I knew what I wanted, I knew what would happen, but I still chose to stay here. People say you do stupid things when blinded by love, but I knew the mask of passion wasn't influencing my answer."

It was silent in the dining room until the swordsman's chair screeched against the ground as he stood to his feet. "Way to get sappy."

A gust of wind blasted against the male's body, sending him tumbling to the floor and landing flat on his side.

"You'll understand one day, Zoro." You mused, (e/c) optics glimmering in amusement with the other female bellowing out in laughter.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━�� 𒆜𓊉꧂

The wind kissed against your skin, a patch of warm rays from the sun casting a vibrant glow on your body. Your (e/c) optics became visible as you peeled back your lids and gazed out at the vast ocean before you.

Its waves crawled closer and closer to the shore until they licked your bare feet. The chillness of the water yielded a shiver creeping up your spine.

Even as you wandered out of the castle, you still felt that suffocating isolation. The walls of the chateau caged you in, and even outside, it seemed as if the ocean wished to claim your body.

When you first came to Kuraiagana Island, it wasn't like this at first. You were still free as ever, breathing along with the wind and basking in the firmness of the ground.

And when you fell in love with the owner of the castle, it felt as if nothing could weigh you down. That was until the honeymoon phase began to dissipate, and the man ventured off on summonings.

His lack of presence was like chains that clasped on your limbs and held you down on the ground. They pulled and tugged, everything aching as if you fought a war.

The only time those oppressive chains released you was when your significant other returned back in your arms and held you as if you were to float away.

He was all you ever wanted, all you have ever loved.

You missed him with every fiber of your body, and with each passing day, your response to the calling winds became less genuine.

By the time you returned from your thoughts, the waters had reached your hips, drenching the shorts on your bottom as they rose higher up your hips.

Clicking your tongue, you abruptly stood to your feet, the patch of sunlight immediately enclosed with dark clouds that matched the gloomy atmosphere of Kuraigana Island.

You planted your feet firmly into the sand as a gust of wind dried your clothes as if they'd never touched the ocean before.

Trekking back to the castle, you entered it only to be surprised by a warm arm circling around your back. Your brows rose as you flung your head in the other direction believing it to be Mihawk, only to see Red-Haired Shanks.

The man grinned at you brightly and pulled your body into his 6'6 (198cm) frame. "Good to see that you're still healthy and all!" He beamed, squeezing you tighter before slowly releasing his hold.

A lopsided grin displayed on your lips as you patted the emperor's tan cheeks. "You silly man! What are you doing here?"

His lips parted to speak; however, loud, boisterous laughter from inside the castle stole your attention, and quickly recognized the multitude of voices.

"You just wanted to party and drink Mihawk's alcohol." You jeered, your fingers gripping his cheeks and tugging on them.

"(Y/n)!" The grown man whined like a child being reprimanded by their mother. "We've missed your company, and we know how lonely you are, so we decided to come to visit!"

Your lips pursed curtly as you examined his handsome facial features before turning away. Shanks followed suit easily with his long limbs.

The two of you traveled to the living room where the Red-Haired Pirates drank to their heart's content. Their laughter filled the once frigid and empty castle, and instead of feeling enranged, you were delighted.

"(Y/n)!"

Your name was bellowed out from the pirate crew, who quickly threw compliments and greetings your way.

Waving your hand as if you were royalty, you stepped through the men to set yourself on Mihawk's throne.

"If you're here to cure my solitary, then drink and drink till you cannot even breathe anymore!" You boomed, which received courses of 'hoo-hah's' from the men.

A mug of something apricot color was placed in your hands by the redhead. Your cups clanged together before downing it as if they were air.

Zoro had quickly joined the drinking party, using it as an excuse that he needed a break from his torturous training.

Perona stayed away from the alcohol but gained her fun from using her ghost to suck the happiness and self-moral from the already vulnerable pirates.

For the first time in a long time, there was joy filling the cold castle on that gloomy island.

You don't know how long the party lasted, but eventually, the emperor pulled you away from the drunken crew and continued in the library.

The two of you shared stories like the old times and drank bottles of wine that still never put either of you in a drunken haze.

Eventually, your laughter died down like wind. You rested your back against one end of the couch with Shanks mimicking on the other end.

Tapping your nails along the glass surface of your drink, you leaned your cheek against your fist as the redhead finished yet another bottle.

"(Y/n)! Join my crew!"

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his assertive sensitivity for a moment before you shook your head.

"Thank you for the offer, my emperor, but I would have to decline politely." You stated while licking your wine-coated lips.

Shank's sulked against the armrest and drew circles on the cushion like a child. "Why?" He whined and clicked his tongue. "You'd be so much happier free, able to see the world other than just this gloaming castle."

"Shanks," You warned and kicked his foot with yours. "I am happy; I gave up a lot of things to be here because I knew what I wanted. I wanted him."

The red-haired emperor remained silent as he gazed at the towering ceiling, appearing to be deep in thought with a perplexed expression.

He abruptly grasped another wine bottle and removed the plug easily with his fingers. "You know..." He began and trained his gaze on your beautiful, almost unearthly features. "Some people practice a custom of maintaining more than one partner."

Your lips fell agape, (e/c) optics enlarging at his words. "Excuse me?"

"Mihawk is barely even around anymore, leaving the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on to feel an immense loneliness every day. How could I leave you like this, (Y/n)?"

He scooted closer and reached for hands. The warmth of his skin on yours permitted your stomach to twist and churn.

It had been so long since receiving a touch from another, and it made you only yearn for the Dracule man more.

"(Y/n)." He breathed out your name and placed your hand on his bare chest where his heart lay beneath his muscles. "You don't even need to place me above Mihawk; just let me stay by your side this time. I could be your last option, but it wouldn't even matter if you would just look at me the same way you would look at him."

The room felt cold, with the wind howling outside as if a storm were approaching. The pain in his voice - the longing - had your throat tightening.

Your hand upon his skin felt to be scorching, becoming almost unbearable that you had to remove it from his body.

But before you could do such a thing, a cold hand on your arm assisted in removing yours. Your gaze immediately flung upwards, and the sight of your handsome lover had your whole body flushing.

"I believe you've had too much to drink, Red Hair," Mihawk declared in his familiar indifferent tone; however, there was a hint of menace.

His ringed molten golden gaze met yours, and all the air dissipated from your lungs. Your lips parted to speak, but there was so much you wanted to say that you remained silent.

"Come, Mi Amor."

It was as if being pulled into a spell the way you obeyed obediently. Your body twisted off of the cushion to grasp the man's large hands.

He didn't hesitate to depart from the enormous library and pull you away with him.

"My love, when did you come home? Why didn't I receive any messages of your arrival?" You quired; however, the man remained silent.

His lack of response was alarming, filling your chest with dread as your quick footsteps echoed out in the stone hallways.

Barely even using any strength, the double doors to your bedroom were opened. He pressed your body into your mattress as he remained on top, one of his hands gripping your throat firmly.

"Mi Linda chica, I should not be returning home to see Mi Amor being wooed by another." He expressed with his deep ethereal voice.

You swallowed thickly against his calloused palm, the slight pressure sending jolts of thrill down your body.

"Oh my handsome man, jealous of the Emporer?" You grinned and rose your legs upwards to wrap around his toned hips.

The long mauve skirt that covered your limbs pooled down and revealed your taunting legs for him to see.

His ringed molten gaze dropped to your limbs as one of his large calloused hands reached for them. He gripped them firmly and dug the pads of his fingertips into your flesh.

"Jealous? Not I. For I am the only man that touched you before, touch you now, and can touch you in the future."

Your grin grew as you rose your arms to wrap around his neck and pull him down to your face. "Then touch me, my Warlord." You mused.

The man hummed in satisfaction, his molten ringed golden eyes memorizing the sight of your body beneath his.

For so long he had been gone from you and his castle, traversing through unsympathetic oceans and dealing with the six other Warlord.

Specifically having to hold himself back from striking a particular blond-haired, flamingo pink wearing giant.

Yet nothing was going to stop him from returning home as fast as possible to his lover.

To you and only you.

Mihawk removed his wide-brimmed black hat along with his crucifix dagger and a half-button shirt. Half bare you let your eyes wander all over his toned torso riddled with muscles.

The rows and folds of his abbs were so prominent, and when you ran your fingers across his abdomen the texture of its firmness forced your inside to burn like fire.

"You ordered for me to touch you, Mi Amor. Not for it to be the other way around." His words reverberated from his chest and you could practically feel the vibrations.

"Touch me all you want." You stated. "And I will do the same. So long I have been without you, the winds charms began to become more appealing."

Cocking his head to the side, the man dropped his hands to stroke your legs and stimulant the nerves underneath.

"Then I must apologize. With both my words and my actions. I promise, *Te haré recordar por qu�� te quedas en esta tierra conmigo."

*I will make you remember why you stay on this land with me

Dracule Mihawk was a man known to never break his promise. When he would commit to something he would commit to it wholeheartedly.

And if the promise so much as involved you, then there was nothing in the world that would stop him from keeping it.

Hard yet diligent, the older Romanian swordsman followed through with his plans. And tonight, he would undoubtedly be reminding you of many reasons why you loved him as so.

His rough coarse hands unbuttoned your top to reveal your breast beneath hidden in the undergarment.

They moved with your breathing and called to him like a purpose calls to someone's will.

There was no rush even the two of you yearned for the touch of the other. These moments were feverish yet intimate.

Lovemaking, body worshipping, and moments of praise that connected your souls together. As if they were ripped apart and put into the two of you separately, only to one day become whole again when your paths had crossed.

And so the Warlord undid the garment while also removing the one below your skirt. The only item left on your body was the mauve dress but he appeared to not even mind the apparel at all.

With your only torso bare, your lover decorated every inch of your skin in his kisses, his love bites, his markings.

He desired to once again claim the body you had given to him in a desperate manner to love you. To show how you drove him mad with l*st he had never felt before in all his life.

Your hands merely ran through his short onyx black hair before tugging once his mouth found its place on your chest.

Mihawk's strong tongue reminded you of how powerful his mouth was, with both words and actions. You could only melt into his touch on the bed and become puddy to the swordsman.

You watched him closely, remember how his tongue felt on your mounds and how his warm wet lips sucked with vigor.

Tinglings sensations ran amuck in your abdomen, and for a second you felt embarrassed for growing so aroused from your mere chest being played with.

But it soon disappeared when one of his hands traversed down your body and made its home in the space between your legs.

Your breath hitched, eyes shutting as a satisfied hum left your mouth. Not only was the Romanian man skilled with his tongue, but his fingers as well.

He explored your private area, finding nostalgia in remembering where certain areas made you flinch and how much pressure could make you quiver.

The swordsman continued his onslaught on your body until that tingling grew stronger and your muscles tightened.

Sweat coated the back of your neck and your fingers dug into the silken cushion of your shared bed. Your whimpers were a song that not even the best musicians could reproduce.

And the fact that he - Dracule Mihawk - was the only man who had ever heard those sounds and would continue to be the only man who would, drove something feral inside of him.

The satisfaction of bringing about only one release wasn't enough for him, not at all. You are the woman he is so madly in love with, the only one that can make his knees weak with a simple glance.

How could this man not show you the proper treatment of what it means to love him with all your heart?

So, after your first release, the Warlord removed his lips reluctantly from your chest but hungrily connected them with yours.

All while his fingers that had caressed and pressed down on your sensitive areas, now pushed past moistened slits to enter your body.

You gasped in the heated kiss and leaned your head back to take in the sensation of his deliciously coveting penetration.

Mihawk hummed at your reaction and kissed the corner of your lips. "*Eso es todo, Mi Amor. Relájate y recuerda lo mucho que te amo." He whispered, his chest rumbling against yours with his speech.

*That's it, my love. Relax and remember just how much I love you.

And so you did, laying almost limp in his arms as the man kissed you with all the passion and desire he had.

While your lips moved in synch, his fingers brought that tingling sensation back. They worked as if they were magic and grazed against those sensorial spots inside that made you a mess in his arms.

He continued on, increasing his pace to see how he snatched the wind out of out. And slowing down at certain points to also grind his palm so he was stimulating everything.

You blessed him with your satisfied sounds and bestowed him with the sight of your overwhelmed body.

Sweat coated your skin, glimmering in the moonlight that cast its majestic glow on your frame. Your hands tugged and pulled at his hair to gift him with the pain of knowing how good he was making you feel.

The Romanian man was the luckiest person in the world for having been allowed to touch you like this. He was all the more thankful that you chose him and only him.

You felt drained as your lover pulled multiple climaxes from you, all with just his fingers. Your chest heaved with exhaustion and your muscles clenched with scorching passion.

While laying lethargically, he spoke Spanish to you. His deep low voice rumbling against your body, praising you in his native tongue.

It was all so overstimulating but there was more to come, there was always more.

Gone for so long you forget how wild the man could be, how much he desired for you to be an utter bumbling mess before he even so much as thought of having his own climax.

Quite dangerous for your heart and for your soul.

Blessing you with a slow and cordial kiss, he pulled away only to undo his black slacks and reveal his entire bare body for only your eyes to see.

Well endowed and trimmed, your lover presented himself both arrogantly and proudly. For his shape and size that left your mouth watering would only belong to you.

Mihawk tugged you towards the edge of the bed as he grasped the back of your thighs and pulled them apart.

He guided himself inside, the tip stretching you already before being deathly filled with the thicker longer parts of his length.

Once again, your breath was stolen from the depths of your lungs. You were left with your lips parted and (e/c) eyes rolling back into your head, dazed.

And like the supportive caring man your lover was, he talked you through the slight sting from the stretched and praised you with many words of affirmation.

No amount of words could describe how loved you felt in the moment and you definitely were forgiving him for being gone as long as he was.

You held the swordsman's face in the palms of your hands as you kissed again, the both of you relishing in the sensations of one another.

The warmth, the wetness, the intimacy, and the passion were shared amongst yourself in the moment of stillness.

It was a moment you both wanted to remember and capture for when he would depart again later. But for now, you would not think of the sadness and let the bliss course through your veins.

Using his prominently toned and muscular hips, the Romanian man pulled away which left this empty and odd sensation inside of you.

But when he rolled inside and met the entrance to your womb, you were nothing but full.

You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Mihawk sucked in a breath and grunted quietly. Curses in Spanish left his lips along with your nicknames.

Your insides fluttered and your nerves ignited like flames blooming from a fire. Watching and observing each other's er*tic expressions was like drinking your favorite wine.

It was like actually becoming drunk on the sight and only wanting to devour more of it. Not only the sight but the sound of it all.

His low grunts and growls, the creaking of the bed, and the wet squelching noise every time he rolled in and kissed the entrance to your womb.

Nothing else filled your head but the man that drove himself deep inside and skimmed against every sensitive spot in you.

He made you barely able to speak, quivering from his powerful strokes that sent jolts of delight all through your body.

Mihawk was nothing but attentive as he praised you highly in your ear. Everything you made him feel, he made sure you knew it, whether it be in your shared language or his native tongue.

Already so weak from your earlier climaxes, you didn't last very long until he brought about your next one.

Crying out his name-like desperate pleads and dropping your hands to grasp the sheets, the man talked you through your release like a good loyal man.

Informing you how good you were doing and how good you felt. Describing how tight you squeezed and how delicious you looked, he was helping but also bringing you towards another overstimulating release.

What were you even sad about before? You don't remember.

Your head was empty, not a single thought but the man who stole you from the sky and brought you down to earth in his castle.

His grip on the back of your knees grew tighter as he pushed them down into a mating press. He was already so deep before, but now he was reaching your lungs.

Continuing on, rolling and thrusting, and rocking, he brought you to another climax before he finally reached his but even then he wasn't done being spent.

At one point your nails had ripped the sheets apart but you didn't even take notice with your eyes blinded in tears from the overstimulation.

Your voice was stolen from you, pleasuring you so well, treating you like a goddess, that the only thing you could do was try to breathe.

Every hearty thrust of his toned hips would steal your breath away and every kiss of his refused to give it back.

It was like he was choking you, asphyxiating you, without even grabbing your throat.

His strong grip formed bruises on your legs just as his mouth did on your chest. He wanted to swallow your moans down his throat just as much as he wanted to hear them.

The swordsman's groans grew louder, throatier when you reached yet another high. Basically chanting his name like a melodic hymn, praising him like a divine god, it was merely whispered from the dryness in the back of your throat.

Although it wasn't loud enough to gain the attention of the pirates within the castle, the rocking of the bed, the skin-on-skin contact, and squishing noise must have been indications enough of the King taking his Queen to the high lands.

"Mi Amor! Mi Amor!" He would grunt under his breath as his stomach contracted from the euphoria filling his veins like frozen ice.

It was all too overwhelming for the Romainian man as well and soon he had released inside of you more times than the two of you could remember.

He dropped your legs down and pressed himself against your chest, his arms wrapping around the small of your back to hold you close.

Stilling himself, plugging inside of you, Mihawk kissed you with all the passion he could muster.

That night, he reminded you why you left, why you stay, and what awaits in the future.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Let the days pass where the man remained home and loved you as if he could never get enough. Where he touched you as if you would disappear, and kissed you as if he were always a starving man.

It didn't take long for the ghost girl and moss-haired swordsman to notice a certain change in your routine as well as your body.

"Are you calling me fat?" You sought and crossed your arms under your chest.

Zoro waved his hands frantically before being hit on the head by Perona. "You don't just say that to someone, you dimwit!" She exclaimed before turning to face you with a bright smile. "What he was trying to say was that you have this glow! We think you might be pregnant."

For a moment you stood frozen, your mind whirling like machinery with your lips falling agape.

"Pregnant? I'm...Pregnant...?" Even saying the words you still couldn't believe it. But your belly had been growing and your breast had become tender.

You had missed your time of the month and there were aches you just believed were from the constant lovemaking but it did make sense.

"Where is Mihawk?" You abruptly ordered as you came to your senses.

The two younger adults pointed down the hallway to the library where he must be reading and drinking from his wine collection.

With quick and urgent footsteps you strutted over to the room and barged in with not a single care if you had startled him.

"Mihawk! Mihawk, my love!" You cried and strode over to the Romanian man who sat on his throne, a hand gripping his wine glass with the other holding a newspaper.

His gaze immediately left the paper at the haste in your voice and he provided his full attention to you. "What is it, Mi Amor?"

Grasping the man's face and feeling the texture of his sideburns in the palm of your hands, you focused his ringed molten eyes on your stomach.

"I'm...I'm pregnant."

And just like when you came to the realization of your status, Mihawk sat frozen on his throne. His chest barely moved while his hold on his objects slackened.

To your surprise, he placed the glass and newspaper down and swiftly stood to his feet to wrap his arms around your body.

He spun you around with his face hidden in the crook of your neck. You couldn't help but squeal at his action and gripped his firm biceps with your nails.

"Mi Amor, you are such a wonderful woman." He expressed quietly against your skin. "You have given me nothing but bliss and continue to make me fall more in love with you every day."

You bit your lip, the inner corner of your eyes burning as cold shiny tears glossed over. The joy inside continued to grow like a ball of warmth.

The swordsman released his firm hold only to drop to his knees and kneel so his face was leveled with your stomach.

"You bless me with a life shared of us both. If you so much as ask it, I will give you this entire world to rule under your fingertips." Your lover confessed and kissed your cloth-covered belly.

Merely running your nails through his short onyx hair, you tugged at it lightly to gain his attention. "All I want is for you to be home more. Don't leave us alone as you have been. We don't want to return to the place in the sky." You replied in a tender tone.

Glancing up, the man stood to his full 6'6 (198 cm) stature and grasped your face in his hands. "Oh, Mi Amor. I don't deserve you at all." He hummed before leaning down to grace your lips with a sultry kiss.

"I promise you, things are going to change. For the better all the more."

Dracule Mihawk kept his promises like a true man. He was never going to break it for as long as you lived.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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sarockradio · 8 months ago

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Hail! Hail! Rock 'N' Roll: The Ultimate Chuck Berry Experience.

Melbourne get ready for a great night of Rock ‘N’ Roll!

Friday 11 October 2024

Prince Bandroom - St Kilda

Ticket link:

https://princebandroom.oztix.com.au/outlet/event/e92d7155-605b-4bf9-b125-7715641924be?Event=199447

#chuck berry #Prince Bandroom #rock n roll #2024 tour #melbourne #hail hail rock n roll #st kilda

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kafkasapartment · 2 days ago

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“Sister Rosetta Tharpe, often hailed as the "Godmother of Rock 'n' Roll," was a pioneering figure in the history of music, blending gospel with electric guitar-driven blues, and laying the foundation for rock music as we know it.

Born in 1915, she was a trailblazer who broke boundaries not just with her music but also as a black woman in an era of deep-seated racial and gender discrimination. Her powerful voice, energetic performances, and innovative guitar playing influenced generations of musicians, including Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, and Chuck Berry. Tharpe's 1938 hit "This Train" and her electrifying rendition of "Didn't It Rain" remain iconic, showcasing her unique ability to infuse spirituals with a raw, soulful energy that captivated audiences across the country.” - @epicliveperformance

#musician #histoire #music #musique #rock #gospel #blues #reels

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dadsbongos · 7 months ago

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tight squeeze

745 words / warnings - bad hero mirio

summary - you get randomly stopped and searched, which is crazy because you've never done anything to Mirio Togata (except be a villain on the run).

kinktober: day eleven - claustrophilia, anal ~~~

So fucking stupid.

Lemillion is so fucking stupid: gelled hair, citrus hyperpop costume, confusing code name, and that rosy button nose. So full of mirth and cheer. It's total bullshit.

“I don’t have anything,” you huff, hands flat out against the wall and feet spread as far as your shoulders.

“Standard search,” he mutters, palming down your hips as he lowers onto a single knee, now rearing up your thighs, “I don’t mean to invade.”

Doesn’t mean to invade, but you’re pretty sure heroes are supposed to use the backs of their hands when scouring intimate places. Not trusty Lemillion, though, he’s flatting fingers around your inner thigh and brushing knuckles against the seat of your panties. Eyes racing from the sliver of your face he can see to the bag he made you drop to up your skirt. Far too distracted matching your face to five o’clock emergency news segments to realize he’s basically massaging your cunt.

Fingertips bumbling strokes over your clit and palm grinding into your slit; you’re surprised the heat hasn’t roused his attention from your face.

Trying to stand provides a new trial, as the cramped alley doesn’t provide him enough room to step back with confidence. Mirio tries using the wall as support only to stumble and land a clumsy hand on your ass. He seizes at the realization, wide eyes darting your way to see if you’ve realized too.

You have, and you push back silently. Teasing toes into the water by wiggling your hips back into his broad hand.

Rising slowly, Mirio manages to squeeze behind you with his back flat against one wall and squishing your face into the other. One of his hands groping your ass and the other now wandering beneath you and up toward your chest. You snake down and intercept, wrenching the hand up to cup your cheek; kissing the warm tips of his fingers.

Mirio undoes the easy access slip to his dick and mumbles three Hail Marys for the public space he’s about to desecrate.

Cars speed by and men jabbering stock numbers over the phone drone the background. But God is heroism tiring, and he’s had zero time to himself in months -- any time off better spent catching up on sleep rather than aimlessly jerking off.

Now he has someone, probably as pent up as himself, hot and ready. Who would he be to not take you up?

(responsible, intelligent, a good hero)

Messily rolling up your skirt, Mirio barely manages to crush himself behind you and yank your panties to the side.

Your tongue lulls out along his fingers to suck them inside, a borderline vicious grip on his wrist to keep him in place.

With bare ass exposed, Mirio bucks sharply to envelop his cock between your warm cheeks. He leans forward with puckered lips, spit bubbling between the seam and dribbling down onto your tight hole. Thumb spreading the wetness before softly pudging the tip of his thumb inside, then slipping out -just to slip back in. Until he’s replacing his thumb with his dick.

Mirio leans over your back, curving both of you forward and pressing his fat tip against your ass. A stifled groan vibrates against your back, and you actually gasp around his fingers at the stretch.

“Ah, fuck!” you instinctually rock forward.

Mirio gives chase, prying his hand from your grip to smack your hip and squeeze hard. Forcing you back against him with breathless rasps.

“Yeah,” the blonde groans into your ear, “That’s better than you mouthing off, huh…”

“Huhah,” your legs wobble, you collapse against the wall cheek-first, “Hurts…”

“Hurts?” he slides out slowly, savoring your hiss, “Want me to stop?”

Shamefully, you tuck your head down and mumble, “N- no…”

“See, better,” Mirio kisses your temple, way over sentimental, “Just take it and you can go on your way.”

Sounds promising enough. You take it.

Grinding back with a sharp mewl, you clench around Mirio hard. Praying the stimulation prevents him from getting a clearer glance at your face.

His finger finds and fiddles your clit wetly. Sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck.

"Good, baby?" he mumbles, maybe a little self-consciously.

But it isn't like you're better, pathetically pushing back -curving a leg behind one of his to keep his hips smacking directly into yours- and wailing, "Yeah, yeah, Lem', 's fuckin' good!"

He whines so sweetly. You assume you'll be free as soon as he's cum.

#mirio x reader #bnha x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #mirio togata smut #dads kinktober

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acolytes-of-sorath · 1 year ago

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Another jam-packed tune about Satanic shenanigans, "Orgy Before the Great Sun Demon", a reference to our namesake, Sorath Arcangelo. Aves!

#indie music #witchblr #the band ghost #indie rock #witchcraft #nameless ghouls #ave satanas #hail satan #hard rock #60s psychedelia #retro aesthetic #dark aesthetic #rock n roll #heavy metal #alternative rock #alternative #underground #diy #SoundCloud

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some-bunniii · 1 year ago

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Lucifer saves you from a cult

・❥ You’re about to be sacrificed for a satanic ritual, until a handsome, charming stranger comes to your rescue.

~9.5k words

x: reader is g/n, no use of y/n. wanted to play around with the cult concept again, but this time much less angsty. had fun with this one, hope you enjoy!

warning: sexual themes, cult stuff

The first thing you remembered when you awoke, blind and dazed, was the thick, musty scent of damp earth.

The air tasted stagnant on your tongue, as you parted your lips to wet the cracked, delicate skin. Throat dry, quenched of thirst, and stomach growling softly, you lifted your cheek from the cold dirt.

Where were you? How did you get here?

The fabric against your eyes prevented you from recognizing anything in your surroundings, the only object visibly present was the warm, orange glow that peeked through the blindfold tied around your head. It flickered with life, a dancing light that you could only guess was a lamp of some kind.

Thin, plastic restraints kept your wrists bound tightly behind your back, dull pain radiating from where they dug into your skin.

Dull pain radiated from where they dug into your skin. For a few moments, you laid perfectly still, using your remaining senses to listen for anyone or anything in the vicinity. Still, you were rewarded with nothing and no clue of your whereabouts.

Slowly, you rolled onto your back and awkwardly shifted to sit on your knees. You turned your head, facing the dull light flickering softly behind the cloth against your eyes. What now? Head towards the light, or away from it?

Your breath quickened, heart pounding as the situation began to settle in your mind. Someone kidnapped you, bound you, and then left you here in the dark for whatever gruesome fate was coming. Unless this was some kind of weird surprise party pulled by a friend, there was no way whoever was near had good intentions.

Almost on cue, footsteps echoed somewhere far off to your right, closing in on your location. You tensed, holding in a breath as you shrunk to the ground. Then, a second set of footsteps entered the vicinity, closing in on your location.

They seemed to have arrived somewhere right in front of you, but were obscured by something, perhaps a wall as the footsteps halted.

“Hail Satan,” A low, masculine voice echoed into your ears.

“Hail Satan,” the other replied, as if in greeting, “Is the sacrifice ready?”

What did he say? Satan? Sacrifice?

“Yes,” the other hissed with delight, “Once we finish the preparations at the main chamber, we will deliver them cleansed and ready to the prophet.”

Were they talking about you?

“Let's hope this year turns out to be successful, we’ve already sacrificed the lamb already” the other grumbled, shifting beneath a large “Good job keeping an eye out all night, but Brother Erik has requested your presence. He is waiting for us near the goat pen.”

“Of course. The sleeping agent we used was highly potent, they shouldn’t awaken for another couple of hours,” the man replied, and you heard footsteps receding from the scene, the shuffling of gravel fading in the distance as you exhaled a breath of relief.

This was bad, really bad. You needed to get out of here, now.

Leaning forward, your forehead hit the ground as you dragged your face across the dirt. The blindfold was forcibly peeled off your eyes, and they flew open as soon as you rose back onto your knees. You blinked, turning your head to observe the strange scene, heart pounding.

Rough, stone walls encircled you, the small torch attached to the wall cast orange light across the room, revealing a row of large barrels and wooden boxes marked with strange symbols. You were in a cave, these strange men dragged you underground?

There didn’t seem to be anything to break your bindings, and the only way out was a small human-sized gap in the rocks that glowed softly with the same orange light as the torch nearby. Maybe, if you were careful enough, you’d be able to slip away undetected and find a way out.

Slowly you rose unsteadily to your feet, taking a final, deep breath as you took a step toward the cave's exit. There were definitely torches outside, and from what you could see the walls were still rocky. A tunnel? It would be difficult with your hands bound, but at least it would be lit and you could use the torches as a guide.

Right as you crossed the threshold, your body connected with another equally firm, but squishy being as they ran into you with surprised oof.

You froze for a moment, your brain kicking into survival mode and your body instinctively using a leg to shove the stranger backwards, before reeling away.

“Don’t come any closer!” You shouted, and the hooded figure jumped at your outburst, raising his hands towards you and shaking his head vigorously as you stumbled backward.

“Shhhhh!” He hissed, his yellow gaze practically glowing from underneath the dark hood as he advanced on you quickly, “They are going to hear us!”

Your back hit the wall, and you winced in pain as jutted rocks dug into your back. That was the least of your concerns though, as you opened your mouth to scream again right as the robed man reached you, before he lifted a hand to clamp around your mouth.

His palm was warm, hot to the touch even as they were planted firmly against your lips. His face was inches from yours, but in the barely lit room, it was just his usual-colored eyes that you could make out underneath the hood.

“Just keep quiet while I—”

You didn’t give your attacker time to get any closer, before you parted your lips and jerked your head harshly to the side. You chomped mercilessly down onto his skin, his fingers in between your teeth as you thrashed.

The hooded figure yelped, pulling his hand away from your face with furrowed brows as his gaze flicked from his hand to your angry figure.

“You bit me!” He cried, rubbing his fingers with a small frown as you rose to your feet, arms still bound behind your back as you glared at him with ferocity.

“And I’ll do it again!” You retorted, straightening your posture as you rose to full height.

“Quiet! I’m trying to help you!” He whispered, turning his head to check the open doorway before meeting your gaze again.

“Help me? Dressed like that?” You laughed, your eyes lowering to the upside-down cross tied around his neck and the pentagram sewn on the sleeves of his robe.

“I know, I know, it looks bad,” The stranger growled at himself, backing away closer to the torch to give you space, “But, if you turn around so I can get those bindings off you, I can prove I’m here to help.”

“You really expect me to turn my back to you?” You laughed in disbelief.

“If you don’t want to, I can just… leave,” He finally shrugged.

“Leave?”

“Yep, out that doorway right there,” he pointed behind him, and the glow from the torch nearby was beginning to reveal his features, and you could see the hint of a smile on his face.

Was he really being truthful? Fuck, it was a 50/50 shot. You bit your lip painfully, deep in thought. Finally, you sighed, facing the rock wall away from the stranger, your wrists exposed to him.

You felt the hairs on your forearms raise like static, before you felt its familiar, painful tiny shock against your wrists. You flinched just as the bindings snapped, slipping from your raw skin onto the ground beneath.

You gasped softly, freedom finally in your grasp as you lifted your hands to rub at the stinging marks rubbed into your skin.

He was closer, now, but not close enough to cut your restraints. That was odd, did you bite him that hard he backpedaled as soon as you were free?

“See? No harm done?” He smiled innocently at you, before he backed away to the cave’s entrance.

Slowly, you followed, taking closer and closer steps towards the figure, mind racing.

What if you bolted? Pretend to follow the man and make a mad dash for the exit as soon as the chance arose. You could outrun a couple of satanic-worshiping old geezers, couldn’t you?

Except, he promised to help you, and seeing as you took a nasty chomp at his hand and he was still trying to free you… maybe, sticking close to this guy wasn’t too bad of an idea.

As you neared the entrance, the stranger turned to you, and the torchlight finally lit up his face. You almost stopped dead with shock, as your eyes traced over his features.

His porcelain skin practically glowed in the dim environment, like starlight on fresh snow. You’ve never seen a man so white before, and never so gorgeous either. His supple, plump lips curved slightly at your reaction, a hint of amusement in those odd, yellow eyes that seemed to suck you in without resistance.

A few strands of sun-kissed hair stuck out from the hood of his robe, and they curled delicately against his forehead, splayed messily. Have you ever seen such blond locks either?

And, was he wearing makeup? Those rosy-red spots on his cheek looked like a bad application of blush, as they stuck out like twin targets from his pearlescent complexion. Even with those odd cheek spots, it only accentuated his ethereal, otherworldly aura.

“Are you okay?” Pretty Boy’s words broke you from your thoughts, and you stopped mindlessly rubbing at your wrists. You halted right in front of him, his small figure blocking the way as you met his gaze.

“Sorry?” You finally asked.

Slowly, he lifted a finger and reached it towards the painful, thin outline of the tight binds that had bound you for most of the evening.

“Does it hurt?” He whispered, his brows furrowed with an unreadable expression. Anger? Pity? You weren’t quite sure as you stood there frozen, his finger just about to brush against your skin.

You could practically feel the warmth radiating off his figure, a wave of serenity washed over you, and you made no move to pull away. Your savior didn’t make it very far before he hesitated pulling back his hand before exhaling a deep breath. He reached into his robe and extended a neatly folded twin outfit towards you, beckoning for you to take it.

“Here, put this on. It’ll keep your face hidden as we move.”

You wanted to open your mouth, ask him about his hesitancy, but instead you silently took the garment from his frame and slipped it on. The robe was scratchy, but you weren’t going to complain as you lifted the thick hood over your head and pulled it forward to settle right above your eyes.

“Perfect,” The stranger smiled reassuringly at you, before turning towards the doorway, “Now come on, let’s get going before they notice you’re gone.”

“Who are you?” The words left your lips as you stayed frozen in place, watching the man intensely as he halted in his tracks.

“Oh, right, let’s rewind here,” he laughed, pivoting on his heel to face you, bowing slightly, “My name is Lou, not short for anything, just Lou.”

Lou. That was a cute name.

“What about you?”

“Get me out of this hellhole, Lou, and I’ll give you my social security number,” you responded dryly, brushing past him to poke your head out of the gap of the cave's entryway.

“Feisty, aren’t we?” he quirked a brow, his lips curving into a playful smile, “I respect your determination to live.”

You turned your head slightly to shoot the handsome man a glare, before you strained your ears, listening for any of hints human activity.

The tunnels were dimly lit, save for the glow from the torches nailed to the sides of the tunnel. You could hear conversations in the distance, echoing against the tunnel's walls as they reached your ears. Lou stuck his head out next to you, glowing eyes squinting as he stared down the darkened pathways.

“I think we’re good, let's go,” He whispered, before slipping past you and into the tunnel. With one last, shaky breath, you followed Lou out into the cavernous hall.

“Why are we going toward the voices?” You questioned quietly, inching closer to him for comfort as the two of you strolled down the tunnel.

“Your prison is on the farthest side of the main cave’s entrance,” he replied, turning his head to meet your gaze, “We’ll have to cross through a couple of crowded rooms before we can get out of here, but don’t worry, I know how everything works around here. We’ll be fine.”

You didn’t reply, instead lifting your gaze towards the cave’s ceiling. Jagged, branching rocks hung like icicles above your head, glowing faintly with orange light from the torches below. How easily could these things break off and fall? Would they bring you a quicker death than at the hands of the cultists?

“The cave system goes way deeper than just these smaller tunnels, ” Lucifer continued as he kept pace beside you, “These guys basically hit the jackpot when their founder first discovered the place an odd hundred-something years ago, haven’t let go of it since.”

“They’ve been doing this for a while?” you whispered hoarsely.

How many people have been murdered inside these tunnels, forced to endure such pain and torture just to please some make-believe goat-man that frolics around in a pit of fire and death? The delusion was unmatched, and the inhumanness even more.

“Oh, yeah!” Lou nodded, recounting the memories of his past attendings, “It’s like Coachella, but for cultists. They gather from all over the place to worship beings of indescribable evils and partake in all different kinds of rituals. Much more than just the human sacrifices, like the–”

“–you’re telling me you come here, again and again, to witness these human sacrifices?” Your head snapped in Lou’s direction, an icy glare meeting his widening eyes as he clamped his mouth shut.

“Well, yes—but no!” Lou shook his head vigorously, taking a step backward as you strode forward, anger reignited in your gaze as you bared your teeth.

“How do I know you’re not going to kill me?” You continued to advance towards Lou, pointing an accusatory finger towards him.

“What?!” He sputtered.

“For all I know, you could be leading me to my death!” Your voice was shaky, the weight of the situation dawning on you with the realization everything here was real, not some crazy dream.

“B-but I saved you!” Lou pressed himself flush against the rock wall as you closed the distance, practically chest-to-chest with the man. He tensed at your proximity, breath hitched with wide eyes at your looming figure.

“So?” You growled, taking a finger and jabbing him in the chest, and his frown deepened, “This could be one final cruel, sick joke to bring my guard down before you tie me to a stake! Can’t slaughter the cattle when they're scared, right? Or else it poisons the meat!”

God, he was so good-looking up close. It distracted your verbal attack on Lou just for a moment as you felt the temptation to see how much better it would get if you ripped that stupid hood from his head.

It felt like some otherworldly power was pulling you to stare dumbly at his perfect features. As if he was some kind of siren beckoning you to take a closer look. If you did get any closer, however, you’d practically be lip-to-lip with him. Which, if you were being honest, didn’t sound like such a bad idea…

An invisible hand lifted to slap you hard across the face, before waggling a finger at your lack of self-respect. Why were you thinking about this?! You were about to die and the only thing on your mind was how good-looking this guy was!

“I know you’re scared,” Lou’s soft words broke the silence. You tensed, finger still mid-jab against his chest as he met your gaze.

“This must be a lot for you to take in,” he continued, taking a small step forward from the cavern wall, his brows furrowed in anguish, “But I promise, I don't come here to party with these sickos. I sneak in here to save the people that they kidnap, like you.”

Is that why those cultists were hoping the sacrificial ritual would go smoothly tonight? Had Lou been sabotaging their plans year after year?

The anger drained from your face, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You needed to pull yourself together, lest you wanted some cultist to find you having a mental breakdown or murdering someone out in the open like this.

“I’m here to help you. Please, just let me help.” Lou continued, and you met his gaze again.

Slowly, he lifted a hand, a gesture of peace, a physical promise that you would live to see morning. You looked at the much darker appendage with hesitation, your eyes flicking to Lou and then back to his hand.

“Trust me?” Lou pleaded, the tone in his voice sounded genuine, and kind as he stared at you with round, puppy-dog eyes. It was becoming increasingly hard to deny such a pretty face, and you sighed softly in defeat.

Slowly, you reach out and slip your fingers into his palm. His thumb lifted to grip your wrist softly, and you flinched slightly in pain. Lou withdrew his digit instantly, growling softly to himself at your reaction before his fingers wrapped around your thumb and forefinger in an awkward, clumsy handhold.

That familiar, soothing warmth from his touch was welcoming, as it seeped into your skin and sent you another dose of serenity. Your racing heart began to slow as Lou tugged you moving again.

Then, you heard voices growing louder at the end of the tunnel, near a large crack in the wall that seemed to be an entrance to another cave. Two shadows loomed around the small corner, and you held your breath, head lowered as they came into view. Lucifer squeezed your hand reassuringly, before two matching robed figures strolled past.

“Hail Satan,” the men greeted in unison.

“Hail Satan,” Lou replied in a deepened, masculine tone. Even in such a tense moment, the surprise at how dorky he sounded had you smiling underneath the hood.

The cultists passed by with no suspicions, and you sighed softly with relief, confidence slowly gaining. As long as you keep your head down, keep your identity concealed, the rest of the cultists won’t question a thing. Not to mention, if Lou was telling the truth about coming here for years, he knew how to best placate these freaks if the time came.

Soon, the two of you came upon a large opening, an entrance to another, much larger cave than the one you had been held in. You could see large flames flickering inside the room, voices reverberating against the rock. A few figures sat near the entryway, but slowly slipped inside the cave as you and Lou rounded the corner.

The voices grew louder, speaking in an ominous, strange tongue that made goosebumps erupt across your skin. Prayers of some kind as you saw bodies bent low to the ground, all facing something hidden behind the cavern’s walls.

Sweat was pooling in your palm, and you began to breathe heavily at the proximity of such a large group of robed men chanting softly inside. Their synchronized, baritone prayers rang in your ears, and your heart only quickened its pace.

An entire room full of these guys? This was a little much. You imagined just sneaking down the tunnel and being home free, not coming face to face with the entire cult. Could you really keep up a believable act that you were one of them?

Lou’s head twisted to watch you hyperventilate softly, your eyes zeroed in on the entryway as your thoughts raced. His brows furrowed, and his free hand began to dig inside his robe. After a few moments, his fingers wrapped around something small as he pulled his hand out and lifted his head to meet your gaze.

“Here, take this,” Lou extended an enclosed fist towards you, and your brows furrowed just as he revealed the object snug in his palm.

It was a yellow rubber ducky, like those old toys you used to play with in the bathtub. It stared at you with a permanent, frozen-beaked smile, innocent to the dark, sinister atmosphere circling the trio.

“... What is that?” You tilted your head, smiling slightly at the odd reveal.

“Just a little trinket of my creation,” Lou replied, holding it farther towards you, “I always bring this little guy along with me on trips up here, but I think you need it more than me right now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, gaze flicking from Lou’s large, shark-like smile–which was weird, but not the weirdest thing you’ve seen tonight–to the rubber duck in his hand.

Slowly, you reached forward, wrapping your fingers around the toy. Your skin softly brushed against Lou’s as you retracted your hand, before inspecting the little yellow duck.

Did he notice your anxiety about going inside? You were surprised Lou was being so caring, giving you something personal of his to help ease your nerves. Why would he bring this with him to places like this? Did he bring them for people like you, or him?

You squeezed your fingers around the duck’s little body, and as the air expelled from out of its mouth, it quacked softly, barely echoing against the rocks. You squeezed it again right as you inhaled, and released the duck when you exhaled. Slowly, you began to control your breathing and settle your racing heart. You pushed the negative thoughts out of your mind, before looking up to Lou.

“Did you say you made this?”

“Yes, It’s no big deal, though,” he shrugged bashfully, averting his gaze, “Just something I tweak on whenever I’m bored, nothing special.”

“Well, I think it's… cute.” You said slowly, brushing a thumb over the duck’s head.

“Really?” His lips curved upward, his eyes moving from your hand to meet your genuine gaze,

“Yes, and impressive. I could never do something like this, especially making the squeak sound so similar to a quack.” you nodded, matching his smile.

“It does more than just quack!” He said excitedly, a playful glint in his eye, “But first, we have to get out of here.”

You nodded, tucking the ducky underneath your sleeve as Lou turned toward the entryway. You followed him up the large crevice, before slipping inside.

Tall fires licked at the air on either side of the large cavern. Robed men sat in neat, organized lines, their bodies lowered to the ground, heads bowed submissively towards the large painting on the wall.

It depicted a white-furred goat, standing on two hooves, overlooking a sea of fire that expanded out into the distance. His horns were large, and they wrapped around his ears like a ram as his sinister red eyes stared into your soul.

Your fingers wrapped tighter around the rubber ducky inside your sleeve, and you tentatively squeezed it. It barely made an audible noise compared to the chorus of voices, and you began to use it as a fidget toy to calm your rising nerves.

You averted your gaze from the painting, head lowering slightly as you scooched between kneeling bodies along the back wall, hand still entwined with Lou’s as he slipped past the robed figures.

“Is that supposed to be Satan? The guy that rules Hell and everything?” You whispered to Lou, who stopped in his tracks to face you.

“Well, no. Satan doesn’t rule Hell, Lucifer does,” He sighed, shaking his head, “I mean, I understand these people choosing the ugly one to rule a place like that, but seriously, if you’re going to dedicate your entire life to worshiping a guy, make sure you’re at least getting the name right.”

‘I wonder what Lucifer looks like in comparison, but I'm sure anything would be better looking than that thing,’ you thought, glancing back at the demonic goat-man wall painting with a quirked brow.

“Satan would also make a terrible ruler,” Lou continued, turning away from you to continue sneaking through the worshippers, “It would be like putting a pyromaniac in charge of a fireworks facility, chaos ensues… and not the fun kind.”

You weren’t going to question why he seemed so matter-of-fact about that, as the two of you made it to the other side of the cavern, near another exit.

A small group of robbed men were passing by, and as you scooted over to give them room to pass by, one of them rammed into you, shoving you back by your shoulder to make room.

You were about to turn on your heel and snap at the man, before you felt Lou tug you faster through the remaining crowd.

“Watch out,” he teasingly called to the man behind you, but quiet enough for only you to hear, “They bite!”

You resisted the urge to elbow Lou in the side, and instead shot him a playful glare, trying to hide the upward curve of your lips. He only snickered softly, pulling you through the exit and out of that dreadful cave.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, right?” Lou turned to you, smiling softly as he released your hand.

That comforting warmth left your skin and something deep down whined for his touch again. You shook those thoughts away as you met his gaze, nodding in agreement.

“Yes, I thought they were going to be much more suspicious. Is that the last cave we have to go through?”

“We have like.. two more?” Lou said, partially to himself as he recalled the route, “It shouldn’t be much longer, don’t worry.”

You groaned internally, adjusting the hood around your head before following Lou down the tunnel. At one point, he had taken one of the torches from the wall, holding it in his hand as the two of you walked along the quiet path.

“Do you make anything else than these ducks?” You filled the silence, your thumb absentmindedly brushing against the plastic body of the toy in your sleeve.

“I used to,” Lou replied after a moment, his chipper tone dampening slightly, “More than just silly toys. I once created great things that benefited the entirety of humanity, until…”

“Until?” You prodded gently.

“Let's just say some things don’t turn out how we expect them to,” he replied somberly.

You couldn’t see his face, but you were sure he was frowning underneath the hood. If you would have known that topic was a sour spot for him, you wouldn’t have brought it up. Lou’s face was so handsome with a smile, your brain was prodding for you to do something about it.

You opened your mouth to speak, to say something at least. Words weren’t able to leave your lips before another large crack in the wall, followed by the sound of deep voices once more came into view.

The opening was glowing a bright orange, a much larger fire flickering inside the cavern as Lou slowed right before the entrance. Thunder erupted from the cave, and you jumped. Listening for a few moments longer, you realized the sound was emanating from large drums inside. They boomed in rhythm with the strange chorus reaching your ears from the entrance.

They were so loud the floor was vibrating softly beneath your feet, and you struggled to understand Lou when he turned to you, speaking something before slipping into the cave. Hastily, you followed him through the crevice, slipping past the jutting rocks that pulled against your garment.

“Wait!” You wrapped your fingers around the fabric of Lou’s robe, halting his movements rights you passed through the threshold.

As you stepped into the cavern, the heat from the large fire washed over you, and the rhythmic beat of drums pounded in your chest. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood, and something else indescribable, something primal that made the hair along your arms rise.

Before you was a scene straight out of a horror movie. Robed figures swayed and danced around the towering flames in the center of the cavern, their movements erratic yet somehow synchronized. Their robes, adorned with demonic symbols and intricate patterns, billowed around them as they moved.

There were so many cultists partaking in whatever weird, dancing ritual they were performing that the moving crowd stretched to the walls. There would be no slipping by this time, and you gulped softly at the sight.

Lou watched you silently, an unreadable expression on his pretty face as you turned to meet his gaze.

“The fastest way to get through here is to join them. We should hurry, I’m sure they’ve noticed you’re gone by now.”

Join them? As in, dance with these weirdos until you reach the other side of the cave?

You were about to laugh, pat Lou on the shoulder for the good joke, until you saw his face. It was dead serious, save for the way his lip was beginning to curve upwards into a playful smirk.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I can’t dance,” you shook your head with a humorless laugh, slowly backing towards the mouth of the chamber, “This is crazy, I’m not going out there.”

The chanting of baritone voices filled your ears as spinning, cloaked figures circled the large fire, completely entranced in their satanic waltz as Lucifer’s smirk widened.

“Don’t worry, I got this,” he spoke confidently, wrapping gentle fingers around your hands as he tugged you forward, closer to the dancing circle.

For a moment you thought of fighting back and ripping your hands free from his grasp, bolting out of the cavernous room and far away from any robes for the rest of your life. Except, you probably had zero chance at getting out of here without Lou, the handsome man dead set on joining whatever kind of hellish scene was in front of you.

That playful glint in Lou’s eyes only made the adrenaline pump harder through your veins. Something deep inside of you was willing for you to follow the handsome stranger’s command, to prove to him that you weren’t a sack of potatoes he had to heft all the way to the exit.

“You’re going to regret this,” you frowned, your face as serious as possible as you finally relented to his tugging.

“Is that a promise?” Lou smiled mischievously, fingers gently intertwined with yours as he pulled you into the mass of robes.

As the pulsating rhythm of the chanting engulfed the chamber, Lucifer and you found yourselves swept into a whirlwind of movement. The flames leaped high, casting eerie shadows on the walls as the cloaked figures spun around the fire.

With a twinkle in his eyes, Lou guided you effortlessly through the dance, his movements fluid and graceful. Despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't help but be swept up in the energy of the moment, your body moving in sync with his.

It was as if whatever spell the rest of the dancers were under finally had you in its grasp, beckoning you to enjoy the sacred dance.

Around you, the cultists swirled and twirled, their voices rising in fervent devotion to their dark deity. You ignored them, your attention solely upon the pearlescent face that was only a few inches from your own, as he spun with you like two seniors soaking up their last high school dance during prom.

A loose rock resting on the dirt floor caused you to stumble on your feet, and you fell backward with a yelp. A firm hand caught you, fingers splayed across the middle of your back as you lifted your eyes to meet Lou’s handsome features.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” He winked, pulling you back onto your feet after a moment. You rolled your eyes playfully, before continuing your rhythmic swaying around the fire.

As you danced with Lou, laughter bubbled up from deep within you, a sense of exhilaration coursing through your veins. His hand in yours felt warm and reassuring, anchoring you to the moment as you lost yourself in the dance.

Your steps may have been clumsy and slow, but Lou didn’t take notice, his features alight with amusement, as he pulled you closer toward him.

“See? Not too bad.” He grinned, his chest bumping against yours as he spun you again, and that laughter finally left your lips with a shake of your head.

You lifted your head to stare into those golden orbs of his, a wordless siren’s song taking hold of you again as your eyes lowered to those soft, supple lips of his.

If the atmosphere around you wasn’t whispering your demise, you might have done something brazen like capture his lips in their own dance.

“Only because you’re doing most of the work,” you teased instead, a genuine smile gracing your features.

Lou must have noticed your lightning demeanor, because his eyes only softened and he matched your smile. One of his hands lowered to your waist, and this time you felt you were dancing with your prince charming across a ballroom as he slowed his pace to let you drink in the moment.

For a brief minute, all thoughts of danger and fear were forgotten, replaced by the pure joy of movement and companionship. As the fire crackled and the chants reached a crescendo, you and Lucifer danced on, united in a shared moment of defiance against the darkness that surrounded you.

Your eyes lifted to the other crevice in the cave, the two of you having successfully danced to the other side of the room, one step closer to making it out of here alive. You perked, joy overcoming you as you pulled Lou along out of the crowd and through the exit.

The much narrower tunnel was empty save for the two of you, as your hands hesitantly released each other. Lou walked over to the wall, a torch flickering softly attached to the jutting rocks as he lifted a hand and pulled it free from the tight clasp.

“Shall we continue?” He smiled, raising the torch slightly above his head to light the way as you caught up to join him.

Your pace was faster now, the night growing darker and the urgency growing every minute you stayed in this underground base of cultists.

The two of you crossed through a few winding tunnels, passing other caves on the route. Some were dark, quiet just like your prison had been, while others were filled with voices and laughter. Thankfully, there was only one cave left you’d need to get through before you could be home free.

All that was on your mind was to wrap yourself in the soft covers of your bed and hibernate the rest of the week away. After this, you could live without any human interaction for a couple of months, maybe forever. Except... The only company from tonight you wanted to hang on to was Lou’s.

Would it be weird if you asked for his number? Invited him for some coffee at a later time? No, that was weird. He was your savior, not some Tinder match waiting for the first date.

These cheek-flushing thoughts kept you busy for the next few minutes, as Lou guided you through the rocky maze. He was quiet, his eyes darting to every cave opening and corner, his ears straining for any footsteps or lone wanderer.

The silence between the two of you was peaceful, giving you time to think about recent events.

“Why do they want to sacrifice me?” You said after a few moments.

“It’s pretty simple, actually,” Lou started, scratching his chin, “First, they sacrifice a newborn lamb, which is supposed to create a portal from Hell to the living world, so that a demonic spirit can pass through. But, it's the human sacrifice that gives said demonic spirit their powers, enough for them to grant whatever the summoner wants.”

“Have you ever seen them actually summon the Devil?” You tilted your head curiously.

“..No,” Lou responded slowly, as if he was planning his next words carefully, “But, I’m sure if the exceptionally charming figure were to be around here somewhere, he wouldn't reveal himself until necessary”

“Doesn’t the bible say he was God’s prettiest angel? Unless Hell turned him into some kind of monster, he’s probably still fairly good-looking, especially since he convinced all those other angels to fall with him.”

“Couldn’t be any better than what’s right in front of you, eh?” Lou turned, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You only laughed softly, shaking your head at his antics. You weren’t sure how Lou would compare to the real deal, but you had an idea of who you’d choose as the winner in such a competition.

A few more minutes, and the two of you came upon a tunnel that split off into two different directions. Both seemed identical, and even Lou seemed to be having trouble figuring out the next steps.

He stood there, eyes flicking from one path to the next, as he bit his nail in thought.

“Are you lost?” you finally questioned, crossing your arms as he pivoted to face you.

“Me? Ha! No,” He chuckled nervously, lifting his hood slightly to rake back his hair.

The small glimpse of those shiny, silky strands had you wishing these cultists chose something more revealing as an outfit choice.

“Okay… so which way?”

“I—um… let’s see. I think we go… right, yeah! That’s it, we go right.” Lou nodded his head, confidence regaining as he turned toward the right branching route.

You quirked an eyebrow but made no comment as you followed him down the path. A few more cultists passed by, but they didn’t pay any mind to the two of you as you continued down the tunnel.

It wasn’t long before you rounded the corner, and the final cave’s entrance loomed ahead. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you practically skipped to the large opening, giddy with joy.

Lou took place in front of you again, his back brushing against the jutting rocks as he slipped through the gaping crevice, strange noises echoing from the other side.

“Alright, this is the last one, right through here—”

Lou stopped dead in front of you, his mouth dropping in surprise at the scene before him. You slid through beside him, lifting a brow at his strange demeanor before turning your head to the strange noises in front, before your mouth dropped as well.

Inside the much smaller cave, was what seemed to be a small crowd of… exposed individuals. They stood and bent around the room, encircling a pile of naked bodies.

At first, you thought they were dead, until you saw a woman lift her head from the mass, eyes drunk with pleasure and a dopey smile on her features.

Oh… my… god.

Moans erupted, louder now, as you watched a naked man, ass exposed for all to see, kneel in front of a similarly undressed man, his mouth moving forward to clasp around the other man’s….

Your hand shot up to your mouth, and you swallowed down the bile building in your throat.

These guys were having orgies, too?!

“Wrong tunnel…” Lou finally spoke, eyes wide at the explicit scene as you turned away with a gag.

“I’m guessing this is one of the fun little activities you like to join sometimes?” You grumbled, pulling the hood completely over your eyes, hiding from the moaning mass.

The sounds emanating from inside the room were pleasurable, joyous, and everything a nymphomaniac could dream of.

“It’s gotten bigger since last time,” you heard Lou laugh awkwardly, rubbing his neck as he turned to you with a sheepish smile.

“Maybe, we should turn back. Go down that other tunnel?” You hoarsely pleaded.

“The cave's main entrance is right on the other side, we can't turn back now.” He whined, gripping your shoulder and spinning you to face him.

“I am not partaking in this!” You growled, your eyes glancing at all the exposed skin before squeezing them shut with another gag.

“I’m not asking you to!” Lou shot back defensively, “But, we just need to sneak through here, and you’re free!”

Freedom. You were almost there, almost home. A bunch of naked strangers weren’t going to stop you from making it out of here alive.

“Fine,” you relented, “But, you go first.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Lou replied sarcastically with a huff, before he turned, straightened his shoulders, and stepped further into the cave.

Before he could make it any farther, your hand wrapped clumsily around his as you yanked the hood further over your eyes and followed him in.

You steeled yourself, tense as the view directly at the ground gave you a little peek into what was going on around you.

Bodies rolling together, in all different positions, some you didn’t even know existed as you bumped into naked man after naked woman.

“Nothing like debauchery to proclaim your love to the Devil,” you grumbled internally as you stepped over someone’s bare foot that was tangled with another.

“Ah, pardon me… just gonna squeeze through here,” Lou said, as he pushed past a pair of strangers practically eating each other’s faces.

You were halfway through the cavern, before you felt sweaty fingers wrap around your ankle.

Your head snapped to a very beautiful woman, a placated smile on her face as she stared up at you.

“A pretty face like yours deserves some love, why don’t you come and join me?” She sent you a sultry grin, and your frown deepened.

“No thanks, I'm good…” You started, shaking her hand off your ankle.

You barely took another step before a second pair of hands brushed against your other ankle, a large hand grazing up your skin and underneath your robe.

“What’s the rush?” The strange man called to you, his hand sliding farther up your robe.

“Hey, get off!” Lou growled warningly, before protectively pushing you behind him as he ripped the man’s fingers from your leg.

The stranger only held up his hands in surrender, before slinking back into the naked mass. Lou nudged you to get moving again, as you listened.

Then, two identical women, twins you assumed, blocked your path. Their large breasts bounced against their chest as they strolled forward, large grins on their faces.

“A new face!” One of them gasped with glee, “Finally, things won’t be so boring around here.”

“Umm…” you started, until the second woman cut you off with a laugh.

“You’ll need to undress first, honey. That’s where the real fun starts.” The lady licked her lips, eyeing your figure hungrily.

“Woah!” Lou cut in, pulling you closer to him, “Sorry, ladies, but we’re just passing through.”

“Is that so?” One asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“That’s right,” he responded, his tone serious as he tugged you along, and you stepped around the two naked individuals, your eyes set on the cave’s exit only a few more meters away.

Again, you felt hands on your robe as you turned to see one of the women trying to get a peek underneath. You wrapped your fingers around the fabric and harshly pulled it from their grasp, sidling closer to Lou as the two of you zigzagged through.

Your breathing was becoming heavy, as panic set in with all the sweaty, disgusting hands practically groping you, tugging at your robe to remove it.

If Lou lost his grip on you, would you be dragged into the mass with no way of escape? This was never how you imagined you were going to greet death.

Lou turned to meet your gaze, and he must have felt the way your hands began to shake as he growled again, pushing past you to kick at another man’s grip on your garment.

“I said get back!” He boomed, and you winced slightly at the authority in his voice. It was strong, and it had you wanting to submit to him instantly, like some kind of other-worldly power.

The others around you also lowered themselves slightly at his tone, but soon they were even reaching towards Lou, who was practically beating them off with bare hands as the two of you backed away.

“Okay, we’re done here,” Lou huffed beside you, before you felt strong hands reaching underneath you and hoisting you into the air bridal-style.

One hand went to hold you firmly underneath your back, while the other wrapped around the back of your knees, and your eyes widened.

Lifting your head, you met Lou’s gaze who smiled reassuringly at you, as he began to practically hop across the cultist’s backs to make it to the other side.

You didn’t mind being carried around for the rest of the escape, especially by such a handsome face. Being so close again, you could smell Lou’s scent against his chest.

Apples and the faint scent of cinnamon. Your nerves began to settle instantly as you deeply inhaled the scent, pulling the hood over your eyes again to shield your poor mind from the rest of the grizzly sight.

You felt Lou take a couple more steps on solid ground, and the brushing off rocks against your legs as he slipped through the threshold and out of the cave.

He took a few more steps, and the orange glow from the torches faded, and fresh air hit your neck.

“Phew, looks like we made it out in one piece!” you heard Lou exclaim, and you perked from his hold.

Your head lifted, and your eyes met moonlight. Without a second thought, you scrambled out of Lou’s grip as he hastily tried to set you down beside him. You ripped that itchy hood off your head, that cool breeze brushing against your cheeks as you took a deep, refreshing breath.

You were outside, hidden amongst the shadows a few feet away near the small opening in the ground that held sinister, demonic secrets.

You extended your arms, taking in the full moon’s light as it basked you in a pale glow.

Lou watched you, smiling softly as you greeted the familiar sights of towering pine trees, the overgrown grass, and the distant calls of the owls and other nightly sounds.

The sounds of freedom, of safety, of home, sweet home.

“Congratulations,” Lou strolled up to you, and you turned to face him with a large smile, “You made it out alive, with barely a scratch on you!”

“I almost didn’t with that last stretch,” you laughed, stepping closer to him, “Thank you, for saving me from those… people.”

“I’d never let anything happen to you under my watch,” He responded, nudging you with his elbow, “They were just all enamored by your face, it’s hard to think straight staring into it for so long.”

Your cheeks heated at his compliment, and even Lou seemed surprised by his own words as he averted his gaze, a tint of red mixing with that porcelain complexion.

“So… this is it? You’re going home now?” You asked softly, desperate that the answer wouldn’t be what you expected.

“Yeah… it’s about time I head out,” Lou nodded slowly, trying to do everything but meet your eyes as he fiddled with his robe’s sleeves.

Your heart sank a little, your lips curving into a frown at the realization that this was goodbye.

This stranger, who wasn’t exactly a stranger anymore, lept into the dragon’s lair to pull you out and guide you to safety. You had never met anyone selfless like that, nor had you met anyone so good-looking.

Lou was like your… guardian angel. An ethereal figure who appeared during your darkest moments to lift you, physically and mentally, up from the depths. And now, he was leaving you to flap those wings and disappear into the night.

‘Please stay,’ you wished, as he finally turned his head to meet your gaze. Could he see the desperation behind your eyes?

You weren’t sure, as Lou stood silently for a few moments, before he lifted his hands and pulled the hood down from his head.

You held in a gasp, the way those blonde strands curled messily around his face, as they practically shimmered in the moonlight. He was drop-dead gorgeous now, and you felt your inner thighs beginning to heat against your will.

Holy moly… could this guy get any hotter?

Lou watched you for a moment, before his brows furrowed, lips pursed slightly in hesitation as if he was fighting the urge to say more.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ you wanted to tease, give the handsome, snow-skinned man a taste of what you could offer if he snuck around just a teensy bit longer.

The words never left your lips though, divulging into another missed opportunity that you’ll most definitely regret later when you were trying to sleep this traumatic night away.

Lou’s smile faltered for a moment, before they curved back to that charming, heart-fluttering grin.

“Well, looks like you better get going,” he sighed, “Even though tonight was pretty crazy, I enjoyed spending it with you.”

“I could say the same thing. But… how do I get home?” You frowned.

Lou lifted a hand to point somewhere behind you, and you turned your head to follow his finger. Off into the distance, strobes of multicolored lights lit up the city only a mile or so down the dusty path before you.

Your eyes widened at the familiar, towering buildings that dotted the cityscape. The neighborhood you turned down every afternoon to go home every evening practically screaming at you from down the mountain.

“Wait, we’re this close to my house? That’s crazy, I though—”

The words died in your throat, when you turned to find the spot before you empty. No hint that there was even a man beside you at one point, as the grass swayed softly around you, and the breeze tickled the hair on your skin.

Where did he go so fast? You twisted your head, trying to find a glimpse of the pale figure, to no avail.

You were left alone, with Lou nowhere in sight. Your fingers tightened around the rubber duck in your pocket soothingly as your heart sank even further.

Slowly, using the moon to light your path, you turned away from the spot Lou had vanished from, and began to trek down the dirt path.

Finally, you were going home. Although, you weren’t sure whether you’d be able to forget this night any longer, not with that dashing face at the forefront of your mind.

It had been exactly one year since you were kidnapped and taken to that hellish cave. The events replayed in your mind as you entered the large cave opening underground, surrounded by hooded figures that brushed past you as they crowded around a large stone table.

You had kept the robe Lou had given you, washed it a hundred times, before hiding it deep within your closet, never to see the light of day.

Until tonight. When you had risen from your bed, brows furrowed, mind set on one, idiotic plan of action.

You were going to go back. Back to those twisting tunnels, the smell of damp earth mingled with sinister intentions, and the hypnotic chanting of prayers.

And, back to that handsome face.

You didn’t remember when you had become dead set on going back, part of your mind begging you to turn on your heel and leave as you joined the large gathering inside the cavern.

The first ritual of the night was the sacrificial lamb. It cried out helplessly, bound on top of the stone table, surrounded by what seemed to be the leaders of the cult.

Their robes were much more fashionable, tinted with gold as one man in the center raised a large knife, chanting an unknown tongue as the rest of the crowd joined in.

“Satan!” One of the leaders bellowed, “Take this offering as a token of our devotion, and rise to join us from the depths of Hell!”

You lowered your head, averting your gaze at the painful bleating of the lamb as metal met soft skin, the knife digging deep until it twisted the little creature’s heart open from inside its chest.

The small animal’s cries died as blood seeped onto the stone table, a dark red river that flowed across its smooth surface before cascading onto the dirt floor beneath.

As the cultists around you sang praise and talked amongst themselves, you slowly backed away, pushing through to the back of the crowd.

“Dale, good to see ‘ya! How are the kids?” You heard one merrily ask to another.

When you exited the mass of robes, you inhaled deeply, settling your nerves as you twisted your head across the room.

Since it was the beginning of the night, the cultists were busy catching up with each other. They chatted away as if they were discussing the weather, instead of their next sacrifice.

Sneaking along the wall, you slipped out of sight and towards one end of the room, multiple paths branching out into dimly lit tunnels.

You stopped, craning your neck to try and find anything to gauge your memory.

This tunnel seemed familiar… was this the way back to your prison? If Lou was right, and they did this every year, then there would be some new, terrified face waiting for death somewhere around here.

You shook your head. No, it must be the tunnel on the other side of the room. The stalactites on the cave’s ceiling were much longer than the ones you had remembered from last year.

Turning, you took a step forward to check out the other route. Right as you twisted your head, you ran straight into another cultist, and you stumbled back with an oomph at the force.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” you growled, as you looked down to adjust your robe.

“Woah! Sorry about that, just got lost in my thoughts,” the familiar, male voice responded, and your eyes widened with shock.

You didn’t say anything, instead, you lifted your head, frozen in place as the pale figure brushed dirt from his chest as he met your gaze.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just heading to the bathroo—”

Lou stopped, his mouth agape, as your familiar features dawned on him.

“It’s you!” his eyes lit up instantly, a soft smile dancing across his lips as he skimmed down your figure, covered with the same robe he had given you exactly one year ago.

Oh, how you missed those pretty eyes of his, and the cute red spots framing his lips.

“What are you doing here?” He looked at you funny, as if you were crazy for coming all the way back here.

Which you were.

“You forgot to say goodbye, last time we spoke,” was your reply, as you tilted your head at the man.

“Oh… right. I’m sorry, goodbyes are just not my kind of thing. I wasn’t trying to be rude! I just thought you would be better off if…” he stumbled over his apology, as if you’d turn around and leave forever if he couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse.

Your smile only widened, and Lou’s frown dissolved as you stepped closer to him.

“Ready to go save some poor, wayward soul?” You whispered, extending a closed fist towards that handsome, pearlescent face.

You opened your hand, revealing that familiar, yellow rubber duck that smiled innocently at Lou.

He reached a hand forward, fingers reaching towards the toy in your palm. Instead of taking it from you, he curled your fingers back up, closing your hand into a fist once more.

“I think whoever we meet will need it more than me,” Lou smiled at you, eyes soft as he drank in your presence.

“Let’s not keep them waiting, hm?” You shot him a grin, reaching your other hand forward to entwine with his, before pulling him away from the crowd.

Lou only chuckled, keeping pace as the two of you sneaked down the tunnel, towards that familiar, sinister prison you had called home only a year ago.

You were praying the dance lessons you had taken during the year would impress your new handsome, blonde, partner in crime later tonight.

If not, there was always next year.

y’know i keep saying “this next fic is gonna be short” but it’s obvious my brain doesn’t know wtf that means 😭 like i’ve literally tried to sit down and right plain ol’ headcanons before but i just don’t have a bone in my body for that kind of stuff lmao

but i just thought the idea of lucifer getting summoned to commit evil acts, to then just do the complete opposite and save people is funny af bc my boy is not cool with straight up murder like that.

let me know your thoughts! have a wonderful day 🦢

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years ago

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As You Wish stories in chronological order…

|| Page One, Page Two ||

In the Beginning

It’s Brittany, (The) Bitch

Corroded Chaos

My Daddy-O

First Meeting

On Track

Pixie Dust and Dates

Sticky Situation

Just a Spark

Ryan’s Birthday

Eddie’s Fantasy

Gimme A Break

Chicken Pox

Something Sweet

Trick of Treat

A Good Girl

Love In Concert

Finally His Year

Part One

Alone

Eddie’s Coming

Dream Girl

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Run In

Lazy Sunday

Sight for Sore Eyes

Rumors

Thanks for the Help

Like it’s 1999

Mother’s Day

Red Hot

Your Boy

Graduation Celebration

First Fight

Time for Toys and Time for Cheer

A New Sibling

The Proposal

Official

Bachelor Party

Hype Girls

Best Buds

All Dressed Up

At Your Wedding

Honeymoon

The Reveal

Showing

Little Kicks

Stretch Marks

Music of the Night

Kiddie Pool

A Tale of Two Births

Little Miss Sis

Sweet Child O’Mine

New Baby Smell

Scrunch

Merry and Bright

And Then I’ll Win

The Bunny and the Hair

Crazy Train

Chosen Mom

Tipsy

The Eliza Games

Mama

Sniffles and Snuggles

Lying Game

Food, Football, and Friends

Munson Litter

Christmas Magic

Forever Young

Tiny Dancer

Enter Sandman

The Right Stuff

Kiss Thief

Payback Prankster

Lines

Jitters

Best of Wives and Best of Women

Comforter

Playing Defense

Expecting

Hail to the Princess

More Munson Than Expected

Merry Grinchmas

Rock ‘n Roll All Night (Or Until Bedtime)

Moving Out

Middle Kids

Valentine’s Day

So Pretty

April Fool’s and Babies Due

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #older!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #AYW #master list

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eoe-1379 · 2 months ago

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Waterworks 1986

(This chapter is split into 3 posts, you can find them all linked in my master list, they are also linked within the story here as you go.)

18+ MDNI

Tags: sex, drugs, rock n roll - u kno.

Summer was a blissful blur. Once school ended, the three of you returned home and retreated behind closed doors, lost in each other and the bedsheets. Caleb, who was supposed to start his job, chose to take the summer off. He wanted to spend more time with you and Zayne in your little paradise before all of you went your separate ways.

You recall the dread that knotted your stomach when you received your syllabus for the first semester. The start of school signaled the end of your holiday and the arrival of change - change you didn't want. You wanted to remain hidden in your childhood bedroom, with both your crushes by your side, teasing your teenage posters on the ceiling. You wanted Caleb in the kitchen, cooking breakfast in Zayne's briefs, while Zayne read the newspaper in your robe. You craved lazy afternoons sunbathing in the backyard, late-night snack runs, and the sex...

The two men practically had to drag you back to campus on your first day, and you protested and complained the entire time. Despite their assurances that nothing would change, you knew better. You could feel it in your gut. It was like the scent of blood on the wind, too close for comfort.

September was lonely, but the three of you spoke on the phone every day during dinner. By October, these conversations became less frequent. You could feel the physical distance turning into an emotional one, growing each day. No matter how hard you tried to hold onto them, they seemed to be slipping further and further away, immersing themselves in their respective lives and societal roles. Meanwhile, you were still buried in textbooks and sleeping in a room with your school-assigned roommate (no more apartment now that Caleb's in Skyhaven). It was awful. So, when Halloween arrived and Tara invited you to another campus party, you decided you needed a good time, even if your favorite people couldn't be there with you.

"Ooh, loving the ghost look," Tara sang, striding through your door wearing a leopard print catsuit. She leaned on the doorframe, twirling her tail. "What do you think of mine?"

"Bitchin'," you replied, flipping the synthetic white hairs of the wig over your shoulder as you spun in your ghostly gown. "Do I look dead hot?"

"The foxiest," Tara grinned. "Ugh, hurry up though, because Brian said he was only stopping by and he's gotta see me in this outfit before he splits." She grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the door.

“Yeah alright,” You follow her into the hall, shoved to the side as a gaggle of hollering students run past in costume.

It's not a long walk to the frat house, and you can hear the music and joyful screams from blocks away. Tara runs ahead of you when she spots the boy she likes hailing a taxi, while you make your way inside. You navigate past unsteady students into the dimly lit foyer of the fraternity. You're not foolish enough to drink from the cup that mysteriously appears in your hand, but you do make your way to the kitchen to pour your own. The beer is cheap and bitter, stinging your throat, but you manage to swallow it. After a couple of glasses, the taste hardly matters, and you start gulping them down like juice.

"Are you racing someone, pipsqueak?" says a familiar voice, resonating in your ears like the most tender, beautiful music, even amidst the thumping bass and electric guitar.

You turn to see Zayne and Caleb squeezed together by the wall. Zayne is wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope, clearly irritated by every drunken person who brushes against him. Caleb is barely wearing anything, just some belts and a hat. You gaze at them over the rim of your solo cup, frozen, unsure if they're real or just a figment of your imagination.

"Christ, how much have you had to drink?" Zayne inquires, his voice steady and composed as he steps closer to you. He gently plucks the cup from your hands, his touch light but firm. As he examines the drink, still mostly full, he adds, "You know, you shouldn't consume too much of this stuff." His fingers brush against yours in the act, and you're jolted out of your trance.

"Zayne! You're really here!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck and practically climbing onto his shoulders. He makes a noise of surprise but sets the cup down to return your embrace.

"Yes, darling," Zayne murmurs softly into your wig. "We're here."

"Hey, am I chopped liver or what?" Caleb interjects with a playful grin, joining the embrace and effortlessly lifting both of you off the ground in a tight, affectionate hug. When he gently sets you both down, you enthusiastically launch onto him. "Wow, you really missed us, huh?" he adds, his tone light and teasing.

"Well, yeah," you admit, releasing him and squinting before playfully throwing a light punch at his bicep. "It's been a week!"

"Ouch!" He feigns pain, rubbing his arm with an exaggerated wince.

"A week since you've called me!" You attempt to do the same to Zayne, but he swiftly steps to the side, gracefully catching your fist in mid-air.

"We've been quite busy," he explains.

"Yeah," you slur, grabbing the cup and downing the rest of the cheap booze with a grimace. "I got that." You take a moment to observe them quietly, fixing yourself another drink. Your gaze lingers on Caleb, and you raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "So, what exactly are you supposed to be?"

Zayne chuckled.

"I'm a cop," Caleb answered, pretending to be confused. "See the hat?"

"Yes," you chuckled, "I see the hat, but not much else. That's not the one from when we were little, is it? The one that was always too big for you?"

"I grew into it nicely, don't you think?" Caleb grinned, doing a little spin on his heels. "You like a man in uniform?"

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved him as he wrapped you up in his arms and kissed your face. "Why am I even asking? I know you do."

"Caleb!" you giggled as he tickled you with little kisses.

"Oh good! You guys came!" Tara's voice broke through the atmosphere, and Caleb released you. She had a boy with her, lipstick smeared across his face.

"Tara, you did this?" You gaze at her with misty eyes, the alcohol stirring up your emotions.

Tara's voice is laced with conviction as she responds, "I told them if they made you sit by the phone one more night, you'd shrivel and die."

Zayne chimes in, his tone laced with a hint of disapproval as he shoots a glance at a young woman who nearly spills her drink on his shoes. "Yes, she painted quite the concerning picture."

Caleb steps in, a smile on his face as he takes the cup from your hands to drink it himself. "Plus, how could we resist surprising you for the weekend?"

"Hey," you say, frowning. Then your eyes light up as Caleb's words register. "Wait, the whole weekend?" you ask, your excitement growing.

Tara smiles, looking at Brian, who's slumped against her. "Brian's taking me to his family's cabin," she says, though it's clear he's in no state to take anyone anywhere.

Brian mumbles something incoherent, and Tara laughs, holding him upright.

"Are you sure about that?" You raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

Tara glances at you, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "He had an accident before we got here. I think he's got a concussion. That's why I'm taking him home." She turns back to Brian, her voice softening. "I'll take care of you, okay?" Brian responds by drooling on her shoulder.

You look at the pair, unconvinced, but it's clear Tara's got her hands full, so you leave her to it. You shrug, turning back to Caleb and Zayne.

"That means you guys can stay with me."

Both men laughed.

“That's very kind love,” Zayne mused, looking with some concern after Tara and Brian as they headed for the door.

"I'm a working man now, remember?" Caleb says, pulling you close. "Why share a tiny bedroom when we can spend three days in a luxury hotel suite?" He glances over at Zayne, who's watching the exchange with interest. "Plus, Zayne needs access to the pool for his swims."

“It’s a great source of cardio.”

You feel a flutter in your chest as Caleb's words resonate. A luxury hotel suite sounds like a far cry from your usual cramped quarters. You look up at Caleb, a smile spreading across your face.

"That sounds amazing!” You squealed, bouncing between them with exaggerated excitement before reaching for another cup.

Zayne grabbed your skirt and pulled you back from the counter. “I think you've had enough for now.”

“Hey!” you swat at him, “don't make me mad at you again.”

"Come on, Pip," Caleb says, stepping between you and the drinks. "Let's get some fresh air." He smiles down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm behind on your little gifts, and I brought a few to make up for that." As he speaks, he winks over your head at Zayne, who raises an eyebrow.

"Really?" you say, trying to sound nonchalant, only your mouth twitches betraying your excitement.

"Let's go," Caleb says, his hands settling low on your hips as he guides you through the crowd. He gives you a gentle push, and you feel a thrill run through you as he steers you forward. As you navigate through the packed room, Caleb's hands remain firmly in place. You feel like a toy car being expertly maneuvered, with Caleb as the confident driver.

Zayne trails behind, his eyes scanning the room as he dodges and weaves to avoid collisions. He moves with a quiet competence, sidestepping spilled drinks and rowdy partygoers with ease. Caleb, on the other hand, seems to breeze past every potential disaster without even noticing, his focus fixed on you.

The three of you found your way outside, where the night air was cool and crisp, and the dark scenery was littered with the subtle glow of jack-o-lanterns and fallen leaves. Caleb pulled a small crumpled bag from deep within his pants pocket and handed you one of the expertly rolled joints. He lit it for you with a match, the brief flame casting a warm glow on his face. As you took a puff, he watched you. Your demeanor softened with each successive inhale, any stress in your body easing as the pot took hold.

Caleb's gaze never wavered, his expression a quiet mixture of concern and affection as he monitored your response. Zayne stood off to the side, a silent observer to the scene unfolding before him.

"I'm going to check on that young man, if he's still here," Zayne said suddenly, his knuckles white with tension. "I don't think he should be traveling right now."

You frowned, confused. "Tara said they were leaving."

Zayne's expression remained concerned. "She'd have to walk back to the dorms for her car, wouldn't she? I can catch her."

With a gentle kiss on your forehead, Zayne said, "I'll be back soon." He turned to Caleb, giving his hand a squeeze and a brief kiss. Caleb nodded, watching him go.

Once Zayne was out of sight, Caleb reached into his back pocket and swapped the little baggy for a small metal tin. He opened it with a click, and the lid sprang ajar, revealing a handful of cigarettes inside.

"You're smoking?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you as the sweet scent of tobacco wafts through the air.

Caleb puts a cigarette between his lips, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "No," he says, before lighting the end and inhaling.

You raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

"The DAA is stressful, okay?" Caleb explains, exhaling a plume of smoke. "I started joining some of the other pilots on their smoke breaks. It's a now-and-then thing, not a habit." He pauses, a worried look crossing his face. "Don't tell Zayne, he hates it."

"Of course he does, he knows what it'll do to you." You glance over your shoulder, where Zayne disappeared into the night, before turning back to Caleb with your hand outstretched. "Give me one."

Caleb grins, slipping one between your fingers. You lean in, the two of you touching the tips of your cigarettes together over a lit match. As the flames dance, you meet lips through the smoke.

"Mm," Caleb murmurs, pressing you against the porch railing as he savors your kiss. "I missed you, pipsqueak."

You gently stroke his jaw. "Me too. Can't we just go now? We can pick up Zayne, Tara, and their head-case friend and continue the party at the hotel."

Caleb rolls his eyes playfully, "No can do, Pip. I didn't dress up just to stay at home."

You squint towards the darkening sky as the rain starts to fall, moving instinctually for cover when Caleb stops you. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into the rain with him, tossing his cigarette butt into the wet grass.

"Hey!" you protest, but he just laughs and tugs you down the steps. "Cal-EB!" you exclaim as he lifts you up by your legs, spinning you around in a circle. You scream and laugh, feeling the rain soak through your clothes.

When he finally sets you down, he leans in, letting the rainwater fall from his hair onto your cheeks. His wet lashes flutter as he looks at you with a goofy, infatuated grin.

"I always wanted to do this," he whispers, coming in to kiss you.

The rain makes your lips wet and tastes sweet as you lose yourselves in the moment. His hands slide down to your waist, hips, and then your ass, grabbing and squeezing possessively. You can feel his desire growing, and you silently wish this kiss would never end.

"Guys! Come quick!" Tara's voice pierced through the rain, though it sounded distant and faint.

You and Caleb turn to see her figure on the porch, frantically waving to get your attention.

"What's wrong?" you call back, already starting to hurry towards her with Caleb by your side.

"They're fighting!" Tara yells back, her voice laced with worry.

Caleb shoots you a concerned look, his expression tense.

"Did she say fighting?" he asks, his voice low and serious. You exchange a worried glance with him, and then the two of you take off in a sprint, following Tara through the nearly empty frat house and out to the front lawn.

"Zayne!" you shout, horrified by the scene unfolding before you, but Caleb's firm grip on your arm prevents you from intervening. Brian lies on the grass, his nose bleeding profusely as he rolls around, helpless. Zayne stands over him, his glasses missing, lip cut, and cheek bruised. The two attackers, clad in matching fraternity sweaters, are taking unfair advantage, ganging up on your boyfriend. Despite being outnumbered, Zayne appears to have been holding his own. Brian, on the other hand, is clearly no help.

Caleb springs into action, leaping over the steps to Zayne's side. With a swift, brutal punch, he sends one of the frat boys crashing to the ground.

"You're done," Caleb snarls, his voice low and menacing, as he positions himself between the attackers and Zayne. His eyes seem to bore into the frat boys, daring them to make another move. "You're going to back up, and you're going to walk away. Now." The air seems to vibrate with Caleb's authority but the young men still step forward in defiance.

You whip around to look at Tara. "What the hell happened?"

Tara blubbered, sniffling and wiping her tears on her sleeve. "We were just talking by the gate, and B-Brian f-fell into one of those idiots. He muttered something stupid, and they freaked out! They pushed him and started pounding on him, and then Zayne came in and tried to talk some sense into them, but they started whaling on him too!"

You glance back at Caleb and Zayne, both of them now brawling with the frat jerks in a chaotic mess of skin and clothing. You try to think. What was it you learned to stop dog fights again? Water. A hose. You needed a hose. You scan the side of the building, searching the brick and bushes for a spout. Then you spot it in the moonlight. While the guys are distracted, you sprint past, leaping over Brian's nearly lifeless body to reach the water feature. You wrestle with the rusted spout, but finally manage to loosen it, turning the nozzle until the hose begins to squirm and slither around your feet. You grab the end, pulling the steady stream up from the ground and pressing your thumb firmly into the jet of water. The spray shoots out with increased force, blasting the fight and drenching all parties, shocking them into a momentary hesitation.

“Pip!” Caleb shouted, soaked and spitting, “Turn it off!”

You race back to the nozzle and crank it shut, holding the hose at your hip, ready for another go if the fighting starts up again.

“Yo!” One of the boys yelled, “Get that bitch the fuck outta here!”

Zayne knocked the kid to the ground with a final punch, wringing his knuckles afterward as the blood pooled between them.

“Shut up.” he sighed heavily, picking his glasses up out of the grass and wiping them with his wet shirt.

You ran, skipping over Brian again without a care. They both caught you in an embrace, but winced as you barreled into them.

“Are you guys okay?”

“We will be,” Caleb said. The men exchanged a look over your head, a gesture you hated. “Fun is over I'd say. Let’s go.”

“That boy needs a hospital,” Zayne straightened himself up before rushing to Brian’s side, “Caleb bring the car around. We’ll drop him off on the way.”

“Tara!” You summon your friend down from her hideaway on the porch and watch her shuffle through the dispersing crowd.

Caleb vanished for a brief moment as you and Tara attentively watched Zayne assess Brian's vital signs. You found it hard to suppress a grin when he took off his stethoscope and placed it on the boy's chest. So cute and professional.

Caleb swung around the corner in his Oldsmobile, the brakes screeching as he abruptly halted by the curb closest to you. You assisted Zayne in lifting Brian off the ground and leading him to the car. You placed his head on Tara's lap and climbed in afterward to support his legs. Zayne took the passenger seat.

“Drive.” he said urgently.

You tried to convince your boyfriends to stop at the hospital with Tara and Brian, but they insisted they were fine, and decided to take you straight to the hotel. The drive was a lengthy one, and after watching countless lights roll past the window, your eyelids grew heavy, and your vision began to spin. You lay down for just a moment, wanting the world to be still. Next thing you knew, Zayne was gently lifting you out of the backseat, cradling you in his arms. Feeling drowsy, you clung feebly to his neck as he followed Caleb into the hotel lobby. You remember the lights being far too bright, the smell of cigarette smoke and chlorine permeating the air, stinging your nostrils until you were safely behind the doors of the elevator. The rest of the way was a blur of bouncing colors and light, then darkness.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, blinking slowly as the fog started to clear from your brain. Caleb was the only one in the room with you, his bare back turned toward you as he surfed the channels on the hotel tv.

“Where’s Zayne?” you ask, sobering up.

Caleb turned, smiling. “Well good evening,” he turned the TV off and came over to kiss you, “he went for a swim.”

You look up at Caleb, blood still dried to his face from the fight. You reach for it.

“How long was I out?”

“Only a couple hours,” Caleb grabbed your hand, “you know better than that, nuh-uh.”

"You need a band-aid," you said, your voice still groggy as you shifted to move from the bed.

"Hey now, you aren't the doctor, remember?" Caleb teased, his tone light.

"You just said the doctor is out. Why didn't he treat you before he left?" you pressed, your concern growing.

"He needed some time, that's all. The fight shook him a bit," Caleb explained, his tone turning somber. "I'm fine, Pip, but I am worried about him."

You furrowed your brow, worry etching lines into your forehead. "What's going on?"

"He gets so withdrawn when something's bothering him, and you know he won't talk to me about it," Caleb confessed, his gaze shifting down to his fingers as they rhythmically tapped on the edge of the bed. "Could you try to find out what's got him so twisted? He'll talk to you."

“He's at the pool?” You ask, gazing up at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10pm, rather late for a swim.

Caleb nodded in response.

“Okay fine, I'll go find him, but you have to wash that cut, please. Don't dirty these nice sheets with your blood.”

“Yes nurse pipsqueak, right away,” Caleb smirked, giving a mock salute.

You take a minute or two to shake off the remnants of your drunken slumber, refreshing yourself with a splash of cold water in the bathroom before venturing out into the hotel.

The hallway is dim and warm, with large sconces adorning the beige walls. Accents of brown and gold streak the wallpaper, guiding you toward the end of the corridor where the golden elevator awaits. It takes you a moment to orient yourself, gazing at the buttons glowing hazily in multiple dizzying rows. You finally find the one for the lobby and press it. Once you reach the main floor, you have to ask two members of staff for directions to the pool, and you still manage to get lost on the way... twice. The hotel is so vast, and everything looks identical, making it feel like a bewildering nightmare. Finally, though, you catch the warm scent of chlorine and humidity and follow your nose to the pool entrance.

It's a grander wing than you expected, with a ceiling that seems miles above you, offering a glimpse of the night sky through the glass. Large columns line the sides of the pool, creating a serene alcove that surrounds it, filled with lounge chairs and tables. Above, on the upper levels, patio doors lead out from the suites on the upper two floors, allowing guests to gaze out onto the pool area at their leisure. You can't help but wonder if your room is one of them.

It isn't hard to find Zayne; he's the only one doing laps the full length of the pool, his strokes smooth and effortless. You follow his trajectory and wait at the end for him to come up for air, your eyes fixed on the spot where he'll break the surface.

Zayne’s dark hair emerged, and you crouched by the edge of the pool to get his attention before he dipped back below to complete another lap.

“Excuse me, doctor?”

He wiped the water from his eyes, blinking at you. “What are you doing down here? You should be resting.”

“Me? That shiner suggests otherwise, good sir.” You laugh, pointing to the darkening bruise under his eye. Zayne looks away, avoiding your comment.

“I have a few more laps to do.”

“No, you’re done.” You state pointedly.

He looks at you with a tight brow. “Excuse me?”

“You’re done. Come on, up and out.” You stand over him, waiting. “I’ll jump in there fully clothed to drag you if I have to, and you know I’m not exaggerating.”

Zayne sighed, looking at you with a hint of resignation before he hoisted himself out of the pool. His athletic build glistened with droplets of water, and his hair clung to his face. As he walked past you, his physique was on full display, muscles still taut from his workout. You tried to avert your gaze, but your eyes couldn't help but linger on the curve of his swimwear and the contours of his ass as you followed him to his belongings. Just as you were getting a good look, he wrapped a towel around his waist, blocking your view

“Did Caleb send you down here?” Zayne asked, drying his hair. “Did you know he’s been smoking?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in subject. “He said it’s just an occasional thing. I don’t think he’ll become a chain smoker or anything.”

Zayne’s mossy eyes scrutinized you, making you feel like you were under a microscope. “You’re both quitting. Now.” He said, his tone firm.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, but you’re coming back upstairs to put ice on that.” You reached out to touch his black eye, but Zayne winced away. “Zayne, what’s going on? Caleb’s worried about you,” you pressed, trying to get him to open up.

Zayne huffed, his shoulders sagging in frustration. “You both have no reason to be concerned.” He moved your hand away from his face, his touch sparking electricity through your body.

“Are you upset they got a hit in? Caleb got hit too. They were big guys.”

Zayne looked insulted, his eyes flashing with defensiveness. “No, it’s not about tonight.”

You sensed a deeper issue at play and pounced on it. “So something is going on?”

Zayne sighed, dropping into a patio chair. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You stood your ground, refusing to back down. “Well, tough tits. I won’t leave you alone until you do.”

Zayne rubbed his face, then looked at you quietly before speaking again. “I’m considering quitting my residency.”

His words fell like a weight crashing onto the table, shaking your foundations to the core.

"What?" You could hardly believe those words came out of his mouth. "What do you mean? Why? Why would you do that?" Your voice was laced with incredulity.

Zayne's gaze drifted off, his chin resting in his hand as his eyes glazed over, lost in thought or memory. "I'm not achieving anything working under arrogant doctors who don't care about their patients," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "The other residents are still learning the basics. I don't belong there, not among my peers or mentors. Every day, I'm stuck going from one patient to another, watching their providers make mistakes that I'm powerless to correct without jeopardizing my career. And through it all, I miss you and Caleb." His eyes refocused, his gaze piercing. "I hate that he's in Skyhaven and you're at University and I'm in the city. It makes no sense. Why aren't we all together?" The longing in his voice was palpable, a deep ache that resonated within you.

That was the most you'd ever heard from him in a single go, and you were stunned into silence, your heart shattering for the man you loved. You rose from your chair and moved over to his, settling into his lap and pressing a kiss to his lips that was so long and deep, you hoped it would wash away all his worries. He wrapped a damp arm around your waist, the cold seeping into your white dress as he held you close. The chill was a small price to pay for the warmth of his touch, and you melted into him, trying to convey all your love and support through that single, lingering kiss.

“I don’t want to go back,” Zayne said softly, curling into your chest.

You pulled his head into the warmth of your breasts, stroking and kissing his hair as you tried to comfort him. You sighed, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before responding.

“I won’t tell you to go back, if you want to quit then there’s no stopping you - but” you pulled his face up to meet his eyes, “you are going to be an amazing doctor, and...I need you to be a great doctor, remember?” You took his hand from your thigh and moved it over your heart, letting him feel your stunted heartbeat.

Zayne’s gaze softened, and he pulled you tighter into his embrace, his hand pressing firm on your chest. “I could never forget,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the exposed part of your breast. “Alright, I won’t quit, but something needs to change,” Zayne said, his voice filled with determination. “I need more of you two in my life, but with residency, I hardly have time to sleep.”

You nodded, understanding the toll it was taking on him. “Come back upstairs, we’ll figure it out, I promise,” you said, trying to reassure him.

He kissed you once more before standing, setting you down on your feet. He gathered his things, and you walked with him back to your hotel room, his hand lingering on the small of your back. As you walked, he made sure to stay close behind you, shielding the soaked and see-through parts of your dress from strangers’ views.

By the time you got back to the suite, your dress had dried, and Caleb was in the shower. Zayne gave you a quick peck before going off to join him, leaving you to wonder what the future held for the three of you.

You decide, while you wait, to take a small nap.

Zayne stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as the heavy steam settled around him, seeping into his aching body.

"Hello?" Caleb's cautious voice called out, still tinged with amusement.

"It's me," Zayne replied, slipping out of his swimsuit. "Do you mind if I join you?"

The shower curtain flung open in response, revealing Caleb's smile over the foam of his toothbrush, his face wet and waiting. Zayne smirked, stepping in behind him, and shut the curtain on his end. Caleb spat and rinsed his mouth, setting the toothbrush aside. They switched places, Caleb moving outside the warm stream of water as Zayne took his turn under the showerhead. As the hot water cascaded down his face, Caleb asked,

“How was your swim?”

"Good,” Zayne replied, sighing in relief as the tension in his muscles continued to dissipate. “Though, shorter than I would have liked."

Caleb's hands slid over Zayne's chest, soaping it with slow, deliberate strokes. "I shouldn't have sicced the Pip on you. I'm sorry."

Zayne's eyes met Caleb's, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You were right to. She straightened me out."

The water continued to pour down around them as Caleb's hands moved with increased purpose, scrubbing Zayne's skin with a vigor that bordered on rough. "Are you going to tell me what's been going on?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Zayne's eyes dropped, and for a moment, he let Caleb's hands do the talking. It was a rare moment of surrender, one that spoke to the depth of his emotions. "I just miss you both," he admitted softly, the water hitting his lips and sending tiny rivulets down his chin.

Caleb's response was immediate. He spun Zayne around, pulling his face from the water to kiss him sweetly. "Mmph," Zayne murmured, his lips parting to allow Caleb's tongue to sweep inside.

The two men slid up against each other, their limbs tangling as they sought to reconnect. Caleb's lips left Zayne's, only to find new targets in the curve of his ear and the slope of his neck.

"I hate this long distance just as much as you do," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Zayne's spine.

Zayne's response was a low hum, a sound that vibrated through his entire body. He pulled Caleb's face back up to his own, his eyes burning with a desire that went far beyond physical need. "Just be with me now," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding steam.

Caleb's answer was a kiss that left Zayne breathless, one hand sliding up his back while the other sank lower, grabbing a handful of his ass with a possessiveness that left no doubt about his intentions.

(Click to read Waterworks 2)

"Room service!" a voice called out, jolting you awake. You sat up with a start, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The sound of the door opening sent a surge of anxiety through you. As you rushed to intercept the visitor, you could hear muffled moans coming from the bathroom. You forced a polite smile onto your face and cracked the door open just enough to peer through.

"I'll just take that here, thanks," you say, reaching for the cart.

The staff woman resists, her expression cheerful. "Oh no, ma'am, I'll set it up for you. It's a complimentary service." But her tone falters as the sounds of Zayne and Caleb's activities grow louder, their rhythmic grunts and thumps unmistakable. The woman's brows furrow, and she tries to peer through the narrow opening, her eyes filled with concern. "Is everything alright, ma'am?"

You feel your face heat up as you struggle to come up with an excuse, but your mind is a blank. Desperate to end the awkward encounter, you grab the cart and yank it inside, forcing a bright smile onto your face. "We don't want any further service. Thank you!" You practically slam the door shut, the sound echoing through the room as you lean against it, your heart racing.

You knock on the bathroom door to signal to the boys that the coast is clear, then wheel the cart the rest of the way into the room. Multiple trays sit atop it, each covered with a silver lid to retain the heat. Your stomach growls in anticipation as you begin to lift the lids one by one, revealing a spread of delicious meals that make your mouth water.

Caleb strolled out of the bathroom, unapologetically naked, and scrubbed his head with a towel. "Oh good, food's here," he said, his eyes fixed on the cart. "I hope you guys don't mind, I ordered some room service. I'm starving." He didn't seem to notice, or care, that the staff woman had almost caught them in the act just moments before.

Zayne ambled over to the cart, his eyes scanning the spread before landing on a carrot, which he picked up with a look of distaste. "How much was this?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

Caleb, already settled on the king-size bed with a plate of fries, grinned mischievously. "Don't worry about it."

Zayne's expression turned penitent, but he grabbed a salad from the table anyway.

You plopped down beside Caleb, snagging a few of his fries. "So," you said grinning, "relaxing shower?"

Caleb chuckled and tossed a french fry at your face, sending the two of you into a fit of giggles. As your laughter died down, you turned to Zayne, who was studiously picking carrots from his greens, his eyes fixed on his plate. "Zayne?" you asked, trying to catch his eye.

He looked up, his expression still serious. "This looks expensive," he muttered.

Caleb's grin faltered, and he sat up straighter, his interest piqued. "Why are you so worried about money all of a sudden?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Zayne's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with skepticism. "The DAA can't be paying you this much, Caleb. It doesn't add up." He gestured to the TV, a sleek Sony Trinitron model with a large 27-inch screen. "That's the biggest, most expensive TV I've ever seen. It must have cost a fortune."

You frowned, sensing the genuine concern beneath Zayne's words, though you suspected his intensity was still tied to his lingering anxieties. You reached out and gently pulled him down onto the bed beside you, stroking his arm until he met your gaze. As he looked into your eyes, his shoulders relaxed, and his tension eased. "I want to get a house," he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We have a house," Caleb chimed in, his mouth full of food.

Zayne shook his head. "You have your Gran's house, but nobody lives there." He turned to you, his eyes serious. "I want a house, for us."

You hesitated, trying to reason with him. "I still have two years left of college, Zayne. It doesn't make sense to get a house right now. Who knows where we'll be in two years?" Your voice trailed off as a pang of sadness gripped you, the uncertainty of your future together hanging in the air. But Zayne's expression remained resolute.

"I do," he said, his voice firm. "We’ll be in our house, the three of us. Somewhere in Skyhaven, I think."

Caleb reached out and placed a comforting hand on Zayne's knee, but an uneasy silence lingered between you all. You cleared your throat, scooting back against the headboard as you tried to process the emotions swirling inside you.

You spoke up, your voice laced with a hint of coldness, but beneath it, vulnerability. "I've been having a hard time adjusting as well..." You paused, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. "Tara wasn't entirely exaggerating before."

Caleb and Zayne turned toward you, their faces etched with concern.

You continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "I stopped eating for a while, stopped going to classes...my heart just hurt so much, all the time, without you." The admission felt like a weight had been lifted, but also exposed a deep pain.

Zayne immediately snuggled closer, wrapping you in his arms and planting a firm kiss on your head. His warmth and touch were a balm to your frazzled emotions, and you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.

"Darling," Zayne cooed, his voice brimming with affection.

Caleb rested his chin on your thigh, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "There has to be a better way."

You whispered a desperate thought, one that had been lingering in the back of your mind. "I could drop out..." But before you could even finish the sentence, both men responded with a firm "No."

Their rejection was swift and unanimous. Instead, they offered a compromise.

"We'll get better about calling," Zayne promised.

"And visiting," Caleb added, his fingers gently pulling the wig from your head.

You jumped slightly, having forgotten you were still wearing it. As the wig came off, you felt a sense of relief, like you could finally be completely yourself. The three of you snuggled together, wrapping your arms around each other in a tight, fond embrace. You wished this moment could last forever, that you could stay suspended in this warm, loving bubble.

"Promise?" you asked, seeking reassurance.

Caleb smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Two years is nothing in the grand scheme of things. We can do it."

He pulled you into a soft, gentle kiss, then handed you off to Zayne, who kissed you with equal tenderness.

As you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth between them, you couldn't shake the ominous knot in your gut. It was a feeling that lingered, a sense of foreboding that threatened to disrupt the tranquility of this moment. But for now, you pushed it aside, savoring the love that surrounded you.

(Click to read Waterworks 3)

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